When we were walking inside the tunnel on our way to Jamrat in Mina, I saw three Malaysian men, quite old, holding hand. I understand their fear, me too was afraid. After all it was a very crowded tunnel, one way out, one way in, it could turn to death trap (God forbids).
It was like, "Hey dont worry my friend, I got your hand in my hand, we are together, nothing bad will happen to us, not when I am holding your hand". Of course those men didn't utter such words. But that what I felt when I saw them.
Simple little thing, but to me it is beautiful. The true bromance.