This guy was killing him. A photographer, with a little brother he obviously adored. Dennis shook his head, and good grief was he crying? He ducked his head, completely mortified. And then he was nodding. A drink might be good. He blinked his eyes until they stopped feeling wet, "Yeah... let's get a drink..."
He wasn't sure why he said yes. Maybe because part of him ached to have his brother back... maybe because in so many ways this guy was reminding him of Colin. Except the part where he was completely bubbling with confidence and masculinity. That wasn't like Colin at all.
"My brother was a photographer," he blurted out, feeling the need to explain why he was being such a twat, "I haven't even seen a camera since... well, anyway... is that a wizarding camera or a muggle one?"