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Dennis, admittedly, got far too excited about the prospect of Max coming over to his flat for an evening.
The Society wasn't doing any shows at the time, and Dennis was hardly ever invited to hangouts, so Dennis, who was an extrovert and ergo needed social interaction, felt like he was going crazy.
Max was his best friend, though. If anyone were to agree to hang out with him, it'd be Max.
So, before Dennis even invited Max, he tidied up his flat, made sure that he had food that Max liked, and triple-checked his schedule to be sure what days he was free to have the other actor over.
Once everything was in order, he excitedly sent Max a text inviting him over, being sure to mention snacks and activities in case that would help...
Max had work on all of the days he'd listed.
Dennis felt like an idiot, getting his hopes up. What was worse was that it wasn't even like Max had rejected him, but his brain still took it that way.
You're such a fucking idiot, the ever-present voice in his head unhelpfully chimed in. Stupid, presumptuous asshole. Why can't you get it through your thick skull that no one fucking likes you, huh? This is nothing more than karma for being such an awful person.
Dennis spent the rest of that day in bed, occasionally breaking into sobs.
I just want to see my friend...