— 𝐜 𝐨 𝐧 𝐭 𝐚 𝐜 𝐭

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NOTE: I am forever backtag friendly and absolutely open to doing things from past events that won't really have an effect on things at any given time. For example, if you'd like to do something with Peter aged down or when he was his spider dream guide, etc.

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[ He's afraid. Afraid to hear what this young man will say. Peter hardly knows him, but.. there's a certain weight placed in his words by default; Diarmuid has a certain... wisdom. He's from long ago, he's been exposed to different things. He knows about... the world in a way Peter doesn't. About the spiritual, right? So he's listening intently to him, even if afraid.

The hand against his arm is unexpected — as all touch is. Peter's like an open wound, even the slightest brush against him aches, but he doesn't flinch back. Not from Diarmuid. Instead, he feels, for the first time in a while, not quite so alone. It's harrowing, in a way, that realisation, something twisting in his chest. He tilts his head forwards, chin dipped downwards, giving a soft, slightly shaky exhale.

There's a lot.. a lot of questions. A lot to say. Too much; Peter's overwhelmed by it. Not quite ready to dip into those things yet. But... just this much alone has done something for him. He nods his head softly, a wordless reply to all that he's been told. A "thank you" is barely voiced, eyes unable to meet the boy's, almost as though submissive to him — then he repeats it, a bit louder this time, so Diarmuid can actually hear it. ]

Thank you.

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It's nothing you need to thank me for.

[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?