Rabastan knew better than to try to take the dress, he wasn't even sure it would be smart if he COULD take the dress. He was perplexed, and worried. How was he supposed to deal with this? His older brother was falling apart right in front of his eyes, and he didn't know how to stop it.
"I know. I'm...sorry, Ro. But, brother, you're...You're hugging her dress," Rabastan pulled the hip flask from its holder and unscrewed the cap. He took a swig and then held it out to Rodolphus.
"That stupid Weasley bitch. I wanted to tear her limb from limb when you told me, I can't even begin to imagine how you felt," he leaned forward, watching his brother's face for some sign of how to proceed with this conversation.