"He's young, but he's strong. He's a good friend." Harry raised his glass in return and took a drink, closing his eyes as it burned its way down.
John leaned against the coffin nearest to him and groaned. His hand slipped around the back of her neck and into her hair, knowing that she'd get annoyed at him for ruining her hairdo. "Don't be a tease, Pam love," he growled a little.