Lukas jumped when Z grabbed his wrist, but he sat down with her, watching Brand reluctantly open the door. 

"Can I help you?" Brand asked, trying to keep his eyes off of Z and Lukas. "Not to be rude or anything, but if it's not super important come back later. Unless you're jehovah's witnesses, then don't bother coming back later." 

The little boy tugged that the man's pant leg, looking up at him. The man stared Brand down, making the teen rather important. "Trust me, it's important." He answered, walking past Brand and into the house.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing!?" Brand snapped as the man shoved past him. The little boy look at the graduated senior with an apologetic look. "My sincerest apologies, Mr. Newell!" He cried before toddling after the man. His big eyes landed on Z. "I knew she was injured!" he cried before hobbling over to her and getting down on his knees. Lukas picked his feet off of the ground, making a noise of surprise as he watched the child reach his hands out over Z's injured ankle. He made the same noise again but with even more alarm as the little' boys hands began to glow.