Two years. Two years. And Colin said he was from right before the battle so that meant that all this time he had been alive? Kind of. Dennis knew he died though. He'd sat with his brother until he was forced to move, after everything happened. He'd checked and double checked and triple checked, and yet here he was two years older than he ever would be in the real world. Why hadn't Dennis been brought here too? Why had he had to go seven years thinking his brother was dead? It all seemed cruel and unfair, but far less unfair than it was back home. Nodding dumbly, he accepted Colin's words at face value as he always had. The same could not be said for others, but this was Colin. Whatever Colin said, Dennis accepted. That was the way it always had been. "I should have come with you." he murmured, though whether he meant from the same time period or into the battle itself was unclear and Dennis did not elaborate.
His brother's soft insistence did manage to wring a small smile from him though. He still couldn't quite believe this, any of this, but he so desperately wanted to. Chuckling at his words, Dennis shook his head. The thought of living with Colin though, of sharing a room or a space or anything at all had something swelling up inside Dennis and he had to hold back tears once more. "Yeah." he agreed softly, nodding his head in agreement. "Yeah, I'd- like that." Dennis cleared his throat then, trying to get a hold of himself even though it was clear he wasn't quite alright. Taking a deep breath in, he held it for a moment before letting it out. It managed to calm him down, even if it was only a bit, his grip on his brother's hand relaxing slightly. "Always wanted a fluffy dog." he murmured after a moment, looking down at the camera around his neck.
"Oh. This- this is- yours." Dennis said suddenly, moving to pull the camera their father had bought for Colin before he left for Hogwarts from around his neck. "I've been- looking after them. For you. Your cameras." Dennis said softly, offering up the device gingerly, as if it was a delicate thing. The camera Ross had bought his oldest son wasn't the best camera, but it was Dennis' favorite for obvious reasons and though he had plenty of other cameras at home, it was always the one he brought with him when he went places.