Hiro squinted. "A magic butterfly?" His eyes widened though when a real butterfly chose that moment to crawl out of Diarmuid's hair and flutter next to his head. "Oh..." He uttered - a bit surprised.

"So uh....does your butterfly have powers?" He couldn't help but ask.

At least handshakes would be able to work for the contact thing. It was something that seemed a little more palatable to do with strangers than straight up cuddling or hugging.