Ezra caught the bag, and peeked inside, pulling out the water first, and he took a drink. Smaller than he would have wanted, but this was now the only water he had, and he knew he needed to conserve it, or he'd die of thirst before he knew it. Still, even that little drink had the air of a survivor's gratitude, and he looked up at her with naked emotion in his eyes for just a second before he managed to avert his gaze.
“Thank you,” he told her. “Thank you.”
He was quiet a second, getting himself together, which was harder than he wanted it to be. Why did this girl bring out a vulnerability in him that he couldn't keep hold of? He didn't know. Maybe it was because she seemed so nice. Seemed like someone he would have liked, back in the day.
When she started talking about the guitar, that actually lit something up in him just a little. “I can do that,” he told her. “...I used to play,” he added. “Back...before.” He had picked it up in highschool, and kept playing in college, even if he was self taught, and never really did anything with it. Well, besides that talent show at school, where he sang an acoustic version of 'Wild Horses', which seemed to melt a lot of girl's hearts.
“I can get you books. And songs. I can get you things,” he promised, already planning on doing just that. And maybe new strings in case the ones she had broke. Anything.
He paused when he heard that clear note of upset in her voice, and he watched her, taking the words seriously. He paused, filling in the blank there even if she didn't. Killed your dad? he mentally asked, but didn't say out loud. But he did nod. “I won't. I promise,” he assured her, doing his best to make eye contact as he did so, even through the window.