The small house is silent as he makes his way around the main room. Deciding that if the boy is asleep he shouldn't disturb him until the last minute for the bandage change. [i]'The more sleep he gets, the better, and if he can sleep through the cleaning. . .'[/i] He chuckles lightly, cleaning up the little mess left over from the morning and the night before. Picking up the boy's blood splattered clothing he gazes at the dried red patches for a bit. With a sigh he tosses them, unsure if the boy will still want them, but feeling that they should be trashed none the less. Running his hand through the pants pockets before adding them to the rest in the garbage he makes his way to the back, into his own room. After picking up his own laundry he glances out the window at the garden before turning to go check on Zach.

Suddenly he pauses, his hand on the handle, and his brow furrow. Turning he looks out the window again and with a smile he heads tot he front room. Scooping up his first aid kit he leaves the house and heads around it to the back garden. He walks slowly, not wanting to startle the boy by rushing up. When he comes into view he stops, a warm smile on his lips. [i]'He looks so peaceful. Even with the bandages and bruises, he looks almost innocent'[/i] He shakes his head lightly with a sigh. [i]'The only thing taking away from him seeming completely innocent is my knowledge of street kids. All of them have something they regret. Something they've done or had done to them, that takes it away'[/i] After watching for a few more seconds he strides softly forward and kneels beside the bench. Setting the kit down carefully on the grass Kiel reaches out and touches Zach's shoulder gently. “Zach. . . Zach wake up, it's time to change your bandages little one.”