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With every passing day in the Society, Dennis felt less and less like he belonged.
His particular brand of slowness typically led to the others- Especially Robert and Chris- Getting irritated and snapping at him.
This, of course, also naturally led to him being left out of Society hangouts, the invitation just conveniently always missing him.
Max was good to him, though. A good, true friend who didn't treat him like an annoyance the way the others did.
Things weren't going great in rehearsal for The Murder at Haversham Manor, and Dennis found himself getting really down about it.
Max found him sitting outside the theater on the steps, waiting for public transport to arrive so he could go home to his flat.
"Hey, man" Max said gently. He could tell that Dennis wasn't really in it at the moment, his usual cheeriness absent. Still, he liked Dennis' company, regardless of how the man was doing, and he wanted to be there for his friend. "What's got you down?"
"I just..." Dennis sighed. "I feel like I don't belong here" he gestured towards the theater. Max nodded in understanding, and he'd be lying if he said he hadn't felt the same way.
"Hey, how about this..." Max spoke up, pulling Dennis from his thoughts. "Let's go get milkshakes, hm? I'll pay and I can drive you home after, so you don't gotta worry about transit"
"Are you sure..?" Dennis asked, a hopeful glint in his eye. Max nodded and smiled.
"My treat, Den"
"You're the best, Max"
"Yeah" Max chuckled. "I know"