[ Kim offers Minakami a small smile. It's a kind thought and god knows Harry can use as many people looking out for him as possible, but he's somehow hesitant to encourage these two youths over their heads to get involved with Harry. He can be a lot even on a good day, and they ought to be looking out for themselves, at least for this first month or so. And then Tama speaks up, and Kim gawks at him for a moment, lost for words.

You must be less subtle than you think, Kim, he tells himself, because you've just been clocked. ]

Oh -- no, you misunderstand me. We are police officers. Or were, back where we're from. He's my colleague. [ His eyes dart between the futon on the ground, Tama immediately reaching out to Mina for reassurance, the suddenness of how flustered he looks and it clicks. ] Are you two...? [ He remembers being that age, the death sentence it felt like for anyone to get even a hint about who he truly was, what he coveted, what he feared to reach for. It's what makes him add, hastily, ] It's quite all right if you are.