"Do you have to go?"
Ezra paused and turned around.
After breakfast, he had gotten himself ready, trading comfort for familiarity.
He was dressed in his usual training clothes, light and practical, since Fizzy had assured him armor wouldn't be necessary yet.
Not that Ezra still had it anyways.
Lior stood near the bed, hands clenched at his sides.
He wasn't crying. He wasn't screaming.
And honestly, that almost made it worse.
"I'll be quick, Lior," Ezra said gently.
Much to both of their frustration, they couldn't hug. Ezra couldn't pull him close or murmur reassurances the way he wanted to, not with Fizzy standing right there.
Lior kept his head down, staring at the floor. It was obvious he was holding it in, forcing himself not to cry.
Ezra's chest ached.
'He's trying so hard,' Ezra thought. 'Too hard for someone his age.'
He lowered himself onto one knee in front of Lior. "Be a brave boy, alright? I trust you and Fizzy to take care of our new home."
