[The boy looks nervously to the die on the screen and the steps that trail ahead of it, though he does absorb the information quickly; ah, okay, he thinks perhaps Chloe had some collections for... sleepovers and the like. As much as he feels that bone-deep fear of this stranger (everyone is dangerous, he reminds himself, everyone can aim to harm), he also can see this situation is not one he can run from.
... It looks like the screen has Diarmuid's name on it now... or... well. 'DEARMITT'. He makes a face at that, and weary as he is, he can't help but say with some annoyance:]
That's not how it's spelled.
[... It changes to DEERMUD. He sighs.
As the modern youth says: whatever.]
So I just — [He moves to press a button, but looks to Tony with some quiet concern. As much as the events lately have crippled what trust he's had in people, he cannot help his innate compass for human suffering, whatever degree it may be.] ... Are you alright, stranger?
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... It looks like the screen has Diarmuid's name on it now... or... well. 'DEARMITT'. He makes a face at that, and weary as he is, he can't help but say with some annoyance:]
That's not how it's spelled.
[... It changes to DEERMUD. He sighs.
As the modern youth says: whatever.]
So I just — [He moves to press a button, but looks to Tony with some quiet concern. As much as the events lately have crippled what trust he's had in people, he cannot help his innate compass for human suffering, whatever degree it may be.] ... Are you alright, stranger?