S1,E3
Kids were easily traumatized.
He had learned that back when his family was killed. Hadn't talked for a few months after all that happened. Then again, he had been living on the street.
When Mary had been killed, he had stopped talking to John, only talking to Sammy because he had convinced himself that John was the reason she had died.
Lucas reminded him of himself, at least the first time around.
How the others couldn't see that his drawings were about what was going on baffled him, it seemed pretty obvious to him.
He looked down at the kid who was coloring another picture beside him and held out his own, "See this? This is my family. This is my dad, my brother Sammy, and this here, this is my mom. I know something bad happened and you don't wanna talk about it, and that ok, but my brother and I, we're here to help so anything you can give us... it would really help us out."
He sighed and set the picture down before placing a hand on top of Lucas' head. He couldn't take everything away, but maybe he could help the little guy heal, that is what sun flames are for.