"Sorry ... sorry, sorry," Dennis mumbled quickly, "I don't know ... I'm sorry." He felt bad for letting that all out, but he just couldn't seem to focus his thoughts these days. Everything just tumbled about until he felt like he might vomit.
"Can I have more butterbeer please?" he asked quietly. He just wanted to drink until he passed out. That's all. He just wanted his head to be quiet awhile, and his chest to stop hurting. Just for a little bit.