Justin came around the table and wrapped Neville in a sudden and possibly awkward hug. He didn't care so much about that; human contact had been something he'd grown to take for granted, until it had been taken away from him. Now, every touch was important, and he wasn't going to be miserly about it. Neville was the glue. It was impossible not to love him a little bit, because everyone did, and he was the reason everyone would fight on. Harry was great, and noble, and talented, but Neville was solid and dependable and that meant a lot more to Justin. "Thank you," he said again before releasing him almost like nothing had happened, and going back to his valerian seedlings.