Look, this texting thing is hard: there are only a few people that he actually does it with, and he hasn't quite figured out the nuance of text-based etiquette here. He shifts around, his head and shoulders hanging from the couch, legs thrown up over the back of it. James Potter is the picture of a restless child in this moment.

I want you to come over so i can talk to you in person. Scor come on dont be a brat :(