who. Harry and James Potter what. Father-son bonding. Over women-folk. where. Harry's flat why. I would like to take a break from the torture porn!
James had had enough of the singing. He could handle the nudity well enough, but the singing drove him a bit batty. He wasn't really sure which was worse, singing about nothing in particular at all hours or singing awkward truths at people he cared about. Both were pretty bad.
So he found himself seeking refuge at Harry's. It seemed that Harry needed a mate and James could use the company. They both had their own separate relationship troubles. If nothing else, James figured they could bitch and moan about their lives over a pint.
James figured it best to give his son some space. He apparated outside of Harry's door with a loud crack and then knocked. "Oi, mate. S'me."