[Reaction: Jamie]
After Amy's, Jamie didn't actually care. Dietre was pale and slight, and pretty in that china-doll way guys sometimes got, as if like, life was an inevitability that you were going to end up queer. Dietre kind of looked like if Jamie punched him, he'd fall over, which was probably good if Amy's memory had been harder, difficult to get if you didn't know. But it didn't matter, he slid from Amy's memory into Dietre's, and he was a little boy with a mother he adored, which was totally unfamiliar.
She was beautiful, the mom. But of course she was, because china-doll pretty. He was skeptical, of the party thing, of ditching her son and of the tenativity with which memory-him even asked. But even stubborn, even resistant, Jamie didn't want to want a mom as bad as Amy did, as Si might have, as Molly would have.
But for the duration of music, for the kind of applause, recognition of dumb efforts that weren't perfect? Jamie would have killed to see his.