"I was thinking mostly of the now living," he answered with a laugh. "Though that might be the same thing these days."
He grinned wider when she asked about who he'd met, feeling oddly smug about it. "Dumbledore," he said. "He returned tonight, just before I got here." Without thinking, he reached out. "Let me," he said, putting his glass down and tucking the hair into the pins again, not even thinking about the connotation the touch might have, or how close he'd end up standing to see.
When he did realise, he cleared his breath, and stepped back. "Sorry," he said.