We'll just have to break it to him slow. He'll have to understand.
[ he nods - in response to the pressure rather than the comment. it's fine. because no, it's not all right, but he's got his footing and he's got sirius and they're going to find lily. and remus. they find them, and then they'll search for harry. harry- who could be thirteen bloody years old, somewhere around here. the thought makes james' stomach churn, his son, but it's okay. it'll be okay. they'll find him.
sirius keeps talking, making perfect sense with it all too, and james finds himself nodding with it. yes, yes, no, he's right, he's completely right. of course harry is here. of course they'll find him. they'll just need to get out and start searching. james' hand curls around sirius' shirt, still feeling the echos of the tremors but knowing, knowing it'll be fine.
despite it all, though, james laughs once at the idea of marks. at the idea of his son's marks, that remus would know. it seems too strange to be true, but when he looks back to sirius again - the age, the stretch of his skin, what seems to be slowly a slowly filling hollow look - and his laughter dies off. ]
Marks. [ the last image he has of harry is him toddling around the living room, barely walking. now sirius is talking marks, and school, and he really is brilliant.
the next laugh he gives is quieter, weaker in strength, in breadth. ] He is Lily's son, that's not much of a surprise. [ and then, like a switch being flicked back into place, james stands a bit straighter. the mention of lily, even if it was his own doing, tended to have that effect on him - and with a glance back in the direction they'd been walking, he motions his head. ] C'mon- we need to get back to her. She wasn't- [ well. but he stops, unable to bring himself to say it. ] Let's get back so we can look for Harry.
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[ he nods - in response to the pressure rather than the comment. it's fine. because no, it's not all right, but he's got his footing and he's got sirius and they're going to find lily. and remus. they find them, and then they'll search for harry. harry- who could be thirteen bloody years old, somewhere around here. the thought makes james' stomach churn, his son, but it's okay. it'll be okay. they'll find him.
sirius keeps talking, making perfect sense with it all too, and james finds himself nodding with it. yes, yes, no, he's right, he's completely right. of course harry is here. of course they'll find him. they'll just need to get out and start searching. james' hand curls around sirius' shirt, still feeling the echos of the tremors but knowing, knowing it'll be fine.
despite it all, though, james laughs once at the idea of marks. at the idea of his son's marks, that remus would know. it seems too strange to be true, but when he looks back to sirius again - the age, the stretch of his skin, what seems to be slowly a slowly filling hollow look - and his laughter dies off. ]
Marks. [ the last image he has of harry is him toddling around the living room, barely walking. now sirius is talking marks, and school, and he really is brilliant.
the next laugh he gives is quieter, weaker in strength, in breadth. ] He is Lily's son, that's not much of a surprise. [ and then, like a switch being flicked back into place, james stands a bit straighter. the mention of lily, even if it was his own doing, tended to have that effect on him - and with a glance back in the direction they'd been walking, he motions his head. ] C'mon- we need to get back to her. She wasn't- [ well. but he stops, unable to bring himself to say it. ] Let's get back so we can look for Harry.