Wyatt remembered how terrifying it was when you were a kid and lost your parents in the store. He'd done so once when he was about five. Just a case of not paying attention and letting his family wander off without him. He'd been found within fifteen minutes (thanks to early training to go find an employee) but it might as well have been forever for Wyatt. Yes, he'd made quite a fuss. But hey, he'd been five and terrified; no one could hold that against him. He was holding out hope that the boy wasn't going to start screaming. The last thing he wanted was for people to think he was trying to steal someone's kid. "It's okay, bud. We'll find her," he said, glancing around.
It was at that moment though, that the boy's mother found them. To Wyatt's relief, she didn't look like she was going to try to beat him up or anything. Of course, he was also relieved that she hadn't gone far and had been able to find her son pretty quickly. He stood up when she did, his hands awkwardly finding their way into his pockets. "I think he just kinda lost sight of you. He didn't seem too scared; brave little guy," he added with a smile, reaching to pat the boy's back lightly, which did get him a bit of a smile in return.