[peter really doesn't have anything to say. he can't think of a single damn thing that could come out of his mouth that would mean anything at all. there's no comfort to be found anywhere in any of this, and nothing to be gained by bitterness, so he doesn't say anything, just squeezes stanley's shoulder. the other boy has never struck peter as being a particularly physical person, so he doesn't do anything more than that, although the way he's standing is certainly open enough for a hug if it occurred to stan to move.]
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