Dennis nodded as Tristan spoke. he KNEW that Tristan could understand. He had a feeling.
"Nobody can understand..." he murmured.
He shrugged a little, "I mean... Colin and I aren't really ... we're strange you know? Nobody really likes us. They just kind of tolerate us. And... well, we've always been the only people who like ... us. and... it's weird isn't it? That I think of us as us because it's not as if we're ... we were twins..."
He rambled on, unable to stop now that it was coming out, "He was so happy all the time. It didn't matter how much people picked on him, he just didn't care. He loved life and he loved people and no matter how much they pushed he just got up and kept on smiling. I wanted to be like him..."
A gaspy little breath, "and... I can't. I can't be... not anymore. What do I do without... I mean... I'm alone now. Really."
He grabbed his butterbeer and finished it one big gulp once again, coming up gasping and coughing.