Dennis didn’t know anything about you. You had started going out a few months after he started his internship at The Pitt.

You started going out after that night, and that seemed to be all. You liked him, you really did, but you just couldn’t open up.

He noticed it, every time you avoided questions, every time he realized he knew so little about you, every time you didn’t knew enough about him too. It hurt him, because he wanted to know you.

You two were lying in your bed, watching TV. His arm around your shoulder as he watched the side of your face.

“You should tell me more about yourself…” Dennis said softly, caressing your arm slowly. “I mean… Our thing is getting serious and… I feel like you never told me a lot.” He mumbled.