Ryan trailed behind his mother silently. If it weren't for how strongly Ariana felt about this situation, Ryan wouldn't be there. If he did what he wanted, he'd be back in Canada with Juliettee at his side. He wanted to be sitting back in the deserted woods. His hand was holding onto Juliettee's. Her warmth was going to get him through this service.

Bruce walked up to Ariana. "How are you doing?" He asked calmly, not trying to cause her anymore grief with anything too touchy. He was sure she had already been told 'i'm sorry for your loss' too many times in the past 3 days, he didn't feel like repeated those words.

Dick trotted over to Ryan and Juliettee. "Hey, Ryan." he said, looking down at the younger boy. It was scary how much he looked like Wally. "Hey, Dick." Ryan replied quietly. Dick nodded, and patted his shoulder. "Your dad was a great man." This was so awkward. "One of the best." Ryan replied with a smile. There was no sadness in his voice, but it was obvious he was trying his best to keep his emotions in check.