James was quite used to physical displays of affection. His mates were the sort that jumped on top of him all the time. Usually naked, these days. But before all of that, the mates had always been the physical sort. James embraced Harry. Once he let go, he grinned.
"I've had a break. No songs for a while." A pause. "Which probably means I'll burst into song while I'm here." That made James a little nervous. There were things he didn't want Harry to know about. But he wasn't going to shut himself away just because danger lurked in the corners. In song form.