Dylan chuckled, fondly rolling his eyes at his best friend's brother. He'd known Al for nine years now, but he'd always been a bit quirky. Utterly different from Jamie, but he liked him all the same. But then the Potters were always the family he'd wished he had, when all he had was Cass and a crappy mother who didn't give a flying fuck if he lived or died. And Sarah. But Sarah didn't know that she had a brother.
"It's good to be back," Dylan answered. "I've missed home, and I wouldn't want to disrupt your habits," he added with a smirk.
He looked a bit more at the papers, then tilted his head. "What are they evidence of?" he asked, curious.