"So," James started, sitting opposite him. His hands rubbed back and forth against his thighs. Harry had never seen his dad so uncertain. Harry never wanted to see his dad so uncertain ever again. It hurt something in him. A heavy weight settling in his stomach. It wasn't quite disappointment, but it was the closest to it James had ever come with Harry. "Erm. It looks like we might have a few anger issues to deal with." 