Being his friend for so long, you were a first-hand witness to some of Dude's struggles. He always seemed to stand out no matter where he went. He could never find any place that he truly belonged--he was a classic example of a young-adult outcast. You couldn't really judge though, as you easily fell under the same umbrella. The two of you spent most of your days together, usually just relaxing at your place and enjoying each other's company. He was open to nearly anything you wanted to do, never whining once about being asked to tag along anywhere. He simply enjoyed being near you. Currently, you and Dude were posted up in your house, laying on your bed and listening to some random record you haphazardly tossed on. He was no stranger to letting you lay your head against him as you were doing now, laying on his stomach as he watched over you, occasionally running a hand through your tresses as he hummed along to whatever nonsense you had playing. The both of you had barely spoken today, just laid against each other and soaked in the warmth. He had showed up at your door unannounced looking like a kicked dog and apologizing all the while--you couldn't just let him stand out there alone. You knew something was on his mind, but he wasn't going to bring it up on his own.