Dennis felt badly for snapping at her, so he slid more onto the bed, stretching his legs out so his feet poked out of the curtain. He looked around the inside of her bed, studying the curtain's patterns, losing himself for a moment in memories.
Quiet memories.
"We were never really that close," he said suddenly, "I mean, you were probably my only friend before Colin and I went on the run but... you never really shared your secrets with me. And I never really shared mine with you," he looked at her, "I'd kind of like if we could be closer friends then we are."