"I'm- uh- hospital secretary? I didn't take it seriously at first, but there you have it." Dennis said with a shrug and a smile. "I'll still stick to photography though, don't worry. We can partner up. I'm pretty decent at it now. No thumby frames or anything." he teased softly, biting his lower lip to keep his smile for growing. Colin's follow up had Dennis' brow furrowing though because while those names rang a bell (he had, of course, made himself miserable by reading extensively about the wars following his brother's death), he had no idea what Smuggled was. "Smuggled?" he repeated, lips parting to say something more before the comment about the sloth caught him and he laughed. "Sloth?" he repeated, squinting at him for a moment before slowly nodding his head in agreement. "There is something slothy about you. However did I miss that?"
The mention of their father had him sobering up, returning Colin's answer with a jerky nod. That had been when Dennis actually started getting worse. His mid to late teens had been a horror show for his poor parents. His father had probably been relieved to come here and see Colin. Moving past that without a word, Dennis chose instead to return to the topic of photography. "A bit. You should show me though." Dennis knew more than a bit, but he wanted to watch Colin do it. Colin should have been his teacher. Not a book or the man behind the counter at the local camera shop. His brother. "Where is your house- from here?" he asked, shifting a bit to look around, but only after his fingers curled around Colin's wrist once more.