Ezra came out of the room in a pair of soft pants and a shirt that was too big for his frame. He peeked inside the bathroom a moment and then walked to the living room, bare feet slapping against the wooden floor. His parents had decided to stay in their room for a bit to discuss what he'd told them. She was a girl in the bakery, he'd been rude so he went to apologize and tried to walk her home. They strayed a little too far and he had a panic attack. His mother protested a little knowing that girl was more than meets the eye, but not wanting to upset him even more she let the issue drop. 

He spotted her on the sofa in his mothers old dress and smiled a moment before walking over to the sofa and sitting on the floor in front of her. He let his chin rest on her knee and looked up at her. "I guess I should thank you for bringing me back home. I'm sorry, miss," he said as he felt the ghost of her hands running through his hair still. The curls on his head were matted to his face from the little bath. "My parents said you could use the phone in the kitchen if you need to call somebody. The only thing is you have to stand close to the counter, the cord isn't very long. I'm sorry for pushing this onto you. I didn't mean for that to happen. I thought I could get over it, but I guess I can't."

He let out a small breath and and pushed himself away from her so that he was leaning back slightly. He studied her a moment trying to figure out if she was okay. The rain hit against the windows giving them a little bit of a background noise as he waited for her response. The minutes seemed to drag, but he couldn't sense any disgust from her features. This was probably the first time he'd ever brought a girl home and of course it would be because he panicked. He'd made sure to leave out the part of their kiss when he recalled the events to his mom and dad, if they knew they'd be even more scared for his life. Such a display in public in front of their neighbors would have brought some shame to his character. He'd be the black sheep on the block and working in the bakery would prove difficult if his face was there. The girl his parents had hoped he'd marry would probably be taken off the table and he'd be a disappointment, but he didn't really care too much.

He wasn't sure what it was about this girl, but he hoped she'd ignore his previous words and go to their bakery again. Maybe he'd see her in passing if he went out of his comfort zone. He wondered if maybe she could be the thing that kept him from losing faith in the people of his country. Maybe they all weren't like Hitler. Maybe she could turn into more. She'd seen him at his worst and even though he was still vulnerable he wanted her touch. He lifted her hand and held it firmly lacing their fingers together a moment. He wanted to show her that he was grateful she came into that bakery today.