He considered running for it. Even though this man spoke kindly, he looked like he had been in a few fights. Maybe it was just a front to convince him to come into the house, away from others that might hear? He shook his head. Somehow he knew that this man was being genuine. He was thankful and smiled, nodding and following the man back inside his house.

"I... I don't ev-even know wh-what happened to my shoes," he commented, looking down at his bloodied feet. "Or... If I h-had any to b-begin with."