Anyone else would be rendered incoherent by adorableness of this calibre. September comes... close to it. He honestly has no idea what to do and he falls silent mulling it over. He has never interacted with children on any level further than a short conversation, invariably initiated by said young person wondering what he's writing or why he's so bald. Usually the young people are steered away by their parents or older siblings at this point, with many a sympathetic glance in September's direction. Research revealed to him later that his appearance matched that of a cancer patient undergoing chemotherapy.

And yet somehow it never occurred to him to purchase a wig or put on some fake eyebrows.

But I digress. Right now, he ponders how best to comfort a frightened child, mainly by attempting to remember what little he may have observed directly or read in passing. The concept of reassurance comes to mind. Cut off from his own world, the boy was seeking reassurance.

"Do you know anyone here?" he asks softly.