Caradoc watched James and Harry approach, tilting the umbrella slightly as he watched them approach Dori's grave and rest flowers on it. He smiled a bit wistfully and sadly, and blinked hard and quickly behind the lenses of his sunglasses to clear the tears that were threatening to form.
When Harry approached them, Caradoc had already begun to loosen the hold he had around Orion's shoulders. He knew Orion had spent a rather large amount of time with the young man recently (making Doc HOPE the pair were now on good terms and not 'I-want-to-rip-your-face-off' ones), so when Harry greeted them, Doc pretty much expected Orion to go to him. He smiled at Harry and nodded when he spoke.
When Orion did walk away, Caradoc used his free hand to reach up and wipe under his eyes with his thumb. He was feeling oddly tired, drained, as if he had been running all day and his muscles ached in protest. He new it was the sun, and perhaps this entire past week. He tilted the umbrella to the west and watched Harry and Orion discreetly from behind his shades.
He felt like he was watching some sort of initmate, private moment, and quickly diverted his eyes away respectfully. He looked to Sirius and Remus, now talking with James, and reached up to run a hand over his hair. He slowly stepped away from Orion and Harry to give them some space and approached the grave, kneeling down to reach into his coat and pull out a sprig from a fir tree. It looked rather pathetic in comparison to the exotic flowers the Potters had brought, but it had meaning for him, which he hoped Dori would recognize that.
He stepped back away slowly, placing himself away from both the Marauders and Harry and Ri, but close enough that he was easily seen and within reach of both.