Needless to say, Tory was somewhat alarmed. He carefully eased his suitcase to the ground and placed the cat carrier with it. Taking a second to make sure that the Gatto was not going to get too crotchety at the arrangement.
He slowly moved closer, before crouching down. The boy was easily more than a foot shorter than him, but from this angle Tory looked up at him. He knew his height was imposing at times to over people, and he knew how to utilized it. He also knew how to mitigate it. He tried to catch the boy's gaze as he asked, "Some one has been hurting you?" His back itched, prickled and seemed to crawl at the thought and memory of it.