"Oh, cubby, you're not going to lose him for that. Sure he might be twitchy but he'd be the worse sort of jerk and friend to do that over a mistake like that." Almost everyone from school had a scar of some type, physical, mental, or both from the war. His hand soothed along Dennis' side before tightening around him. "And you're not going to lose us, I promise. Not unless you start torturing and killing things and the like." Or did anything to Rosie, but that was beside the point. "You have us, don't worry."