Ryland draped one of his arms around Pete's shoulders and nodded at his Patronus. "Peter, Reginald. Reginald, Peter."
For his part, Reginald barely glanced at Pete before he settled on the grass beside Pete's lion and half draped himself over it's back, chin resting on a mound of furry mane.
Ryland pressed a kiss to the side of Pete's head. "That's kind of adorable."