[He smiles in turn, a warm and kind sort of smile, the kind that leaves little room for doubt that he's fond of the other teenager; Peter's a good person, he thinks. Whatever nightmares plague his history, Diarmuid is confident in what he sees in the other boy. He gives Peter's arm one more squeeze.]
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[He smiles in turn, a warm and kind sort of smile, the kind that leaves little room for doubt that he's fond of the other teenager; Peter's a good person, he thinks. Whatever nightmares plague his history, Diarmuid is confident in what he sees in the other boy. He gives Peter's arm one more squeeze.]
Shall we enjoy lunch?