Rabastan had never seen his brother, or any of his family for that matter, displaying an emotion other than hatred or rage so openly. Sure, they loved each other, they just never really talked about it. Because they were such private people, even Rabastan hadn't realized, until just now, how much Rodolphus had truly loved Bellatrix. Devoted to her, respected her, protected her, yes, but, he'd not known his brother was truly, apparently deeply, in love with his deceased wife. Rabastan wasn't sure how to proceed.
"I...No, it wasn't. The battle changed everything. It will take a lot to...Rebuild and reclaim what is rightfully ours. Even if nothing will ever be quite as it should have been," Rabastan wondered if this was the part where normal families would be physically affectionate.
Was he supposed to touch Rodolphus? Comfort him in some way? That was as likely to get him killed as anything else, as far as he knew. He decided to wait and see how Rodolphus proceeded. Everything else in life, he'd learned from his brother, he'd just take his cues once again.