Tristan continued to look at Dennis. "I don't know how- I don't know how you think you'll be invisible. Look at you-" it wasn't even that Dennis was an imposing physical presence. He was nice to look at as well. He was charming, really, when you got passed the bitching and complaining and emo. "You seem a pretty standard person. The kind of person I'd want my little brother to be friends with." Tristan smiled. "Youll know him. He's the geeky one. Kinda tall. Complains a lot. You'd get along-"
He reached over the table, touching his fingers to Dennis' forearm. He felt something akin to warmth inside him, something that made him realise if the situations had been reversed he would want someone to do this for Taff. To be a presence. "And hey, I don't mind if you want to vent your spleen over me, kid. I've had years of practise."