Ezra wasn't sure who to expect next, but was nervous when he saw that it was Nathan. They sat on the couch, Nathan looking a little annoyed to be doing this.

"I assure you, Nathan, that me taking in Buck has not damaged me in anyway."

"Well that's Buck for you. He would be the easiest." Nathan grumbled.

"And you?"

"I doubt I'll be easy, but not as bad as JD I don't think."

"Do you know what the others are?" Ezra leaned forward a bit, trying to get an idea what to expect.

"No, only reason I know those two is because you tried to take in JD and you managed to take in Buck. The others aren't sharing."

"I see." Ezra sighed, "Well, shall we commence?"

Nathan rolled his eyes and just placed his hand on Ezra's shoulder heavily. The chill, Ezra was getting used to now.

"I will now show you your lonely path through life." Nathan spoke before images appeared. Ezra closed his eyes to concentrate.

~Ezra was about seven watching from the car window, the playground. The car had stopped at a light which provided Ezra with enough time to watch the children all screaming and laughing.

"Mommy, can't I play at the park?"

"Heavens Ezra, that place is filthy with germs and other bodily fluids. Interacting with those children will do you no favors in life." Maude said from the driver's seat.

The light turned green and Ezra watched as the playground went out of his line of sight. At home, he practiced his piano and then worked on his studies. He hardly went outside anymore after his mother had told him that the only reason he was to go outside was for his horseback riding and to go to and from places.

Skipping a few years, he was in a boarding school. A younger Ezra, eager to make a first friend. However, the other children made fun of him for his 'weird' way of speaking. Other boys lost interest in him when they found he was only good at school and didn't know how to play futbol or basketball. Even the smart kids didn't want to talk to him, too busy studying for friends. So Ezra went through his short time at his boarding school by himself. When he was transferred after him and his mother moved, the same thing happened, and at the following school. He eventually gave up on having friends.

His mother began to drop him off at distant relatives and friends' houses while she went away. Any children he encountered at those homes never really played or talked to him. He was completely alone. That was until he started getting into drawing. There he created his friends. It was a secret he kept from his mother because there was nothing to gain from being an artist. After a while he started writing stories with his new friends and him going on adventures. When his mother found them scrolled out on pieces of paper on the floor, she tossed them all in the trash.

Adult Ezra now never saw people as potential friends but as marks. He'd learned how to charm them into thinking they were friends, being interested in what they were before taking their money. After every con he would move to a different city or even state. He never settled down, never did anything that wasn't about money. ~

Ezra watched years go by of his life, being alone, sitting in a room full of people but never interacting with them. Then he felt the hand leave his shoulder.

He looked up at Nathan, "Why show me this? Nothing has changed from then. I'm still incapable of making friends. More so because no one can trust a con artist."

"Make the effort, man, and don't let her hold you back. Find that person and hold onto that for dear-fucking-life."

Ezra chuckled, "Thanks for the advice."

Nathan nodded, "Well, I guess this is goodbye then."

Nathan gave him a hug that soon left Ezra feeling a bit warmer as he sat alone.