Ezra is sitting sideways on a bench, his back against the arm rest, his legs crossed up in front of him, concentrating on feeding the squirrel rather than thinking about hos nervous he is. In hindsight, talking to someone about the whole thing seems like a really bad idea, especially someone who has been lying about himself so thoroughly.

At least, he guesses, Spot can keep a secret. And he didn't run when he found out what Ezra could do.

He looks up when he notices someone approaching, and the squirrel scarpers. It's a few seconds of staring defiantly before Ezra recognises Spot, and then he feels like an idiot.

"Hey."