"That they are Diarmuid, I am glad that you value mine." He grins, he's aware than humans could easily be mistrusting or even fearful of him, so the boy's trust is touching. "And thank you, I do try my best."

There's a smile that's becoming characteristic of Wing's time around Diarmuid and it's on his face now, broad as ever. He bends, moving to sit down, because it doesn't feel like a proper hug unless you can return it. He opens his arms to the boy, "You are most welcome lad, you are an easy person to believe in."