"They are, aren't they? They are one of my favorite things. Hugs and head pats!" Diarmuid lets Pharos go and then lightly pats the other boy on the head, "I don't know why some people don't like them, but everyone is different. They are allowed not to if they really don't."

The boy nods and then pulls his room key out of his pouch so that he can open the door to the apartment, "Ready to meet the puppies?"