[ That earns a soft laugh — the second one from Peter that afternoon. ]
Yeah. Yeah, that's a good way to put it.
[ He's eating freely now, movements slow but no less enthusiastic, because this is really damn good. Though his eyes drift back up to Diarmuid as he leans over his bowl, taking in what he says next. They killed them? Jesus.... ]
...That's awful. [ His eyes gravitate down to the piece of bread he'd cut, watching it quietly. The apology has him giving his head the softest shake. ]
That's okay. I don't mind. Some.. some bad stuff happened back home for me, too. Um.. people being killed.
[ Is it strange to talk about? It.. should be, and it is in a way, but it's also.. not. Perhaps because it's just reality for them. ]
...Do you want to go back home? [ Perhaps an equally strange thing to say, but.. if this boy comes from a place of such turmoil... And it's a question Peter can't help wondering for himself, too. ]
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Yeah. Yeah, that's a good way to put it.
[ He's eating freely now, movements slow but no less enthusiastic, because this is really damn good. Though his eyes drift back up to Diarmuid as he leans over his bowl, taking in what he says next. They killed them? Jesus.... ]
...That's awful. [ His eyes gravitate down to the piece of bread he'd cut, watching it quietly. The apology has him giving his head the softest shake. ]
That's okay. I don't mind. Some.. some bad stuff happened back home for me, too. Um.. people being killed.
[ Is it strange to talk about? It.. should be, and it is in a way, but it's also.. not. Perhaps because it's just reality for them. ]
...Do you want to go back home? [ Perhaps an equally strange thing to say, but.. if this boy comes from a place of such turmoil... And it's a question Peter can't help wondering for himself, too. ]