[Obviously the children are terrified of humans, but to no fault of their own, he's positive. He's seen how society treats those who are different. Living on the streets has exposed him to people with every kind of handicap, every kind of religion and background, people who have come to live amongst the detritus not only because of their choices, but because they are different. And these creatures, these terrifying, strange, and fascinating children... they are far more different than anything he has ever seen.

The one in blue, most likely the older of the two, still has so much fear written in his eyes. But there's an attempt at boldness there that only betrays his innocence.

Though even that is a breakthrough. And as much as sitting on the concrete puts an ache in his backside, he's afraid to move from his spot and startle this magnificent experience away.]

No, I suppose not. Not without a proper introduction. [He offers another warm smile, extending a gloved hand in the boy's direction.] My name is Henry C. Jacobs the third, but most prefer to call me the Professor.