Ezra buttoned up his jeans quietly so he could listen to his mother and father in the living room. He'd decided on a pair of simple blue jeans in case he needed to run anywhere for dinner after his parents left. They were going on a small vacation to visit family that was getting married and Ezra was in charge of the shop after school hours. It would be a tough week, but he'd managed to save enough money to treat himself a couple times to something other than bakery food. He hadn't heard the door close and when he turned around his mouth dropped.

He wasn't sure what he'd expected from the body of a women, but to see it right in front of him was surprising in itself. He quickly put a hand over his eyes and the swastika scar turning himself back around. Since his accident he was too ashamed to let anyone see him shirtless. His father was the only person he trusted enough to look pass his wounds. His mom hadn't even see the scars so for him to expose himself that way made him more than uncomfortable. 

"I...I thought you had...I didn't realize. I...I'll keep myself turned...you...you get dressed and I won't look," he said trying to find the words. "I thought she would bring you the clothes..."