Ezra had to fight his initial instinct as well, which was to back off, and wait to see if she was a threat or not first. He had a nail bat now instead of his splitting maul, but he made sure not to reach for it - even if his hand ached to do so.
Instead he nodded. "Yes," he answered. They were friends. He had trouble with the concept, and still had the deep seeded idea that she shouldn't be friends with someone like him, but she had rapidly become extremely important to him in a short amount of time. So, he selfishly didn't drift back and let go, he was bringing her presents.
The brother in him thought he was being a fucking creep for that, too.
It was messy at best in his mind about a concept so theoretically simple.