James knew that it was a highly unusual situation, but once Sirius had gotten some clothes, he would feel immensely better and more at ease.<br/>With a practiced ease, having visited Remus several times in his cottage in the past, James took a seat at the table and looked at the pale man. He really was unusual looking, James having feared that he was very ill when he had first found him, but it was clear that Sirius was fit as a fiddle.<br/>“Sit down, Sirius,” James stated, having found that Sirius generally needed prompting to know how to act. This, however, made sense with what Sirius had told him.<br/><br/>There had been so many things to look at in the small house that Sirius all but jumped when James spoke to him again. A sweet, genuine smile seemed to be permanently etched onto his features, finding that everything was exciting and new, so it was difficult not to smile.<br/>“Alright,” he stated, voice soft and melodic as if he was actually singing. He sat down on a chair next to James, the movements clumsy which proved a stark contrast to the light airiness of his voice.