"Maybe." Ezra agrees. He stretches out, looking up at the sky for a while, trying to work out if he can ask what he wants to ask.

He closes his eyes, listens to the noise of the kids around them, and tries to figure out if he can tell if anyone's listening.

He can't. Or no one's listening, but he doesn't know which.

"It worked, then? Er, no harm done?"

He'd probably feel bad if the asshole had lost his mind. Probably.