Dustin stood several feet away from the group by the graves, his eyes on his young brother, he had sat at the front of the church during the service but was allowing him room now. He sighs softly and thanks another person for coming as they leave, he hadn't really bin close with his parents in the last few years, and he regrets now that he wouldn't get the chance. He really felt sorry for him younger brother, he was sensitive boy and they way his parents had gone, he was really hurting. As the crowd started to thin out more, he slowly makes his way to to Noel and rests a hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly. "Come on kiddo... Its getting cold out..." He wasn't really sure what to say to him at the moment "It's been a hard day... And you need some sleep..."