"Yeah." He huffed softly, taking the cup in both hands. It felt comforting, just holding it. Tea and company. His mum always had sworn by tea and company to soothe anything. "I mean, I knew it was going to be shitty. We've seen Moony afterwards enough times. But..."
He waved a hand as if to say You know what I mean. Remus was a lot of things, but he wasn't a complainer. He kept his pain under wraps, and even knowing that, it was hard to get a grip on just how much the moons actually affected him. Besides, seeing it was one thing. Feeling it was something else entirely. A few times already, he'd thought of the fact that Remus had been living with this since he was a child, and it made James' heart ache. Which...
Well. One more ache for the pile, he supposed.
He took a sip of his tea, closing his eyes for a moment. What she was suggesting shouldn't have been a difficult decision. It worked on every level, really. He got to hang out with Lily, his grades wouldn't suffer, and he didn't have to be alone. So why was he hesitating?
"Your notes are probably better than Pete's," he admitted, after a moment, and looked up to give her a wry half-smile that almost looked like his own. "I was going to say I've got Quidditch practice, but, well..." His nose wrinkled, and again, there was that little handwave. He sighed, looked back down at his tea. "I'd like that. Thanks."
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Date: 2021-11-18 02:17 am (UTC)He waved a hand as if to say You know what I mean. Remus was a lot of things, but he wasn't a complainer. He kept his pain under wraps, and even knowing that, it was hard to get a grip on just how much the moons actually affected him. Besides, seeing it was one thing. Feeling it was something else entirely. A few times already, he'd thought of the fact that Remus had been living with this since he was a child, and it made James' heart ache. Which...
Well. One more ache for the pile, he supposed.
He took a sip of his tea, closing his eyes for a moment. What she was suggesting shouldn't have been a difficult decision. It worked on every level, really. He got to hang out with Lily, his grades wouldn't suffer, and he didn't have to be alone. So why was he hesitating?
"Your notes are probably better than Pete's," he admitted, after a moment, and looked up to give her a wry half-smile that almost looked like his own. "I was going to say I've got Quidditch practice, but, well..." His nose wrinkled, and again, there was that little handwave. He sighed, looked back down at his tea. "I'd like that. Thanks."