[i]~Someone is coming. He looks towards the bright color, a curious expression on his face. There is another here? Is this not where he is when he wants to be alone? No one else comes here any more. The great tree is no longer something of import that many people love to visit.

However his curiosity changes to shock as he realizes just who it is approaching. How come he is here? Why would that little one be here?

“No, not a little one. Zach. He doesn't like being called that.”

His voice is soft but carries on the wind. He climbs slowly to his feet, coming to them just as the young man comes within reach. He is still shocked and confused, but the happy place rubs slowly at those feelings as he reaches out to take the popsicle. It's blue raspberry, his favorite. He smiles at Zach, the light breeze playing with his hair, making it fly out to the side to catch the warm sunny rays.

“Ice yes. It's missing the cream though Zach, heh.”

Bringing the icy treat to his lips he takes a lick while reaching out to tap the straw hat gently. 

“It's good you're wearing that. You wouldn't want the sun burning you bare skin. It has a hard enough time with what it's been through.”

There are not marks on Zach now, but he does not forget them so easily. On impulse he reaches out to touch where one of the wounds normally lays. His tongue continues to work the cooling treat as a sadness comes to his eyes, his fingers barely ghosting over the area on Zach's chest.~[/i]