[ James scritches at the back of his head. He's having a little trouble catching on to what his near-double is trying to explain to him. After a moment, he gathers that the other bloke must think they're the same person. James is of a different opinion -- there are enough small differences that he picks up on, thanks to his natural instinct to not assume the world can handle more than one of him at a time. ]

Look, mate, [ he begins, looking over his glasses and preparing to attempt to be as soft as possible about this, but then -- ]

Sorry. Lily...?

[ His gaze jumps again to lock with Harry's. Now he's definitely reminded of Evans.

Suddenly, he feels disconnected. Like that train of thought from Harry's end may have crashed into his reality and momentarily shattered it. There's a conflicted moment where he stares hard at Harry, trying to find some clue to the questions blossoming one after another. He knows he hasn't got a brother. Aside from Sirius, who does count.

No real cousins to speak of who quite have the Potter look down this firm.

No Lily Potters for certain. ]

Lily Potter. Not Lily Evans? We're going to take two steps back, mate. And you're going to tell me exactly what you're trying to avoid mucking up.

[ And he's going to try to contain that little jolt his heart does thinking about Evans. And a Potter where the Evans should be. ]