Dylan and Jamie
He was standing a bit off side, watching the entire thing. He'd swapped shifts with one of the others on duty, taking his break now instead of half past. It meant he didn't get to eat for several more hours, but he couldn't imagine not going. Especially for such a trivial reason as food.
When Jamie left Dale, he approached him, still not sure of what to say. Memories played in his mind. Memories of Jamie coming in and interrupting Al in the kitchen of their house, of him going with him to the spare room and laying down with him so that he could sleep - not talking, not asking, just being there. He wasn't sure he'd ever told him thank you for that, for the way he'd helped him arrange the funeral, for the way he'd stood shoulder to shoulder with him, supporting him and helping keep people away from him.
Jamie had Sirius now, he wouldn't need as much support as Dylan had done. Besides, their friendship had changed over the months. That didn't change the fact that Dylan wanted to show his support in some way. That he wanted to return the favour, to be there for Jamie in whatever way he could. He didn't even know what to say - or rather knew that there was nothing he could say. He couldn't even pass him a bottle of whiskey or take him to a Muggle pub to get wasted, because now wasn't the time. Maybe after the war, but then they'd hopefully have better reasons to drink than forgetting.
He walked up to him, nudging him with his shoulder. "Hey," he said quietly. "I know there is nothing I can say that can make this better, so I won't even try, but I'm happy to work as a shield if you need a break from people for a few minutes," he said.