Hearing Ernie say that tugged at Justin's heart. He felt the same way, but rarely said so in a way that wasn't joking. That was how Justin dealt with things - either made a joke of it, or denied it.
"All right, enough of this mushy stuff. Let's go get you fed before you fall over and pass out. Han would have me by the bollocks if I didn't take care of you." He slung an arm over Ernie's shoulders and started leading him out of the office.
"Now, how 'bout that new restaurant down Diagon? I hear there's a server there with knockers out to here!"