Ernie looked at Justin, taking a moment to actually realize and adjust to the presence of his best mate. Even if he were there for just about the entire day. "Err--no I'm alright, thanks though," he said to the offer of lager. He wasn't in the mood for much of anything, whether it be food or drink or conversation.
"At least Dean's still alive," he commented, as the thought just entered his mind again. He would've had said such with a sigh of relief if there was one to be had from himself, but Ern still felt quite tense. He still couldn't help but think about the conniption that Seamus had earlier in the day when he found out that Dean had been considered a suspect in Mrs. Finnigan's death. It was part of protocol that they had to consider any suspects...something that Ernie never really did think to inform Seamus.