Diarmuid frowns slightly. Shinju's words don't seem to have convinced him, but at the same time, he knows that people deal with pain in different ways. He can't make Shinju feel better. All he can do is make sure his friend knows he's not alone.

The boy leans forward to set his cup on the table and then leans over so he can give Shinju a hug the best he can with Lir in his lap. He doesn't say anything else. He just hopes the hug says what he wants to say instead.