Tristan sighed. "I don't know if I should be getting you drunk out here," he said with a gentle smile. "Do you want to come back to mine-" he paused, realising how that sounded now. "My brother will be in probably. Or not. At least there you can drink and cry and chill out and not worry-"
He genuinely didn't want to get Dennis drunk and emotional in public. He was a big boy, Tristan wouldn't be able to carry him to a floo port-