Dennis huffed in amusement despite himself. "I suppose he has some sort of issue about his scar, but I agree he was a bit of an arse dealing with it," he said, suddenly feeling a bit irritated.
"At least I've got you two," he said, the nasty tension in his chest lessening somewhat. "People leave me, Rolf," he said very quietly. "My brother, my best friend, my boyfriend - ex-boyfriend sorry - they all seem to leave and they don't come back and I hate it. Why won't they stay with me?" He was shaking again, this time with anger. If Seamus wanted to leave him, then he'd be fresh out of luck. Dennis would be the one to leave this time. "I don't want to talk to Seamus," he said with certainty, hugging Rolf tighter.