"Da," James mumbles, leaning back away from him. He's admittedly soothed a lot by the way Harry rubs his back, and he ducks his head to desperately try to hide the wondrous sort of half-smile on his own face. It's an expression of pure relief, as if he can't actually believe that this is real, that this is happening.

That maybe things are going to be okay. Maybe he's going to be okay.

James opens his mouth, starts to say something again, and then finally just kind of jerks forward, grabbing him into another hug.