Dennis stiffened again as he was touched but he didn't pull away. He looked at Tristan, his lips tilting in a kind of smile. "I've always been invisible..." he murmured, mind you he had blossomed over the summer but had been too miserable to really notice.
"... I mind if I vent my spleen on you . It won't happen again, Tristan... I promise."
He pulled his arm back then, hugging himself, and hunching his shoulders. A classic protective stance but he wasn't aware of just how vulnerable he made himself look by doing that.