[ Kim's lips thin, looking over Junpei properly now. They've been here for so short a time that any injuries they accrued back home are still apparent -- Kim himself had suffered a concussion not long ago and, cloaked by the dim lighting of the club and the darkness of light, still has swollen bruises crawling up the side of his face, a couple stitches and a bandage hidden neatly underneath his (already struggling) hairline. Which means that he takes a moment to look Junpei over without making it look as though that's what he's doing, searching for a bloodied lip or bruises, on his face, around his neck, around his wrists. A little fear is normal, but Junpei acts like someone who's been hurt before. Who has, perhaps, been hurt repeatedly. ]

Yes, [ he says plainly. ] You do have to get used to it. It's good that you're cautious. But... caution is different from fear. People will be less inclined to bother you if you don't seem afraid.

[ He's really not good at this, he thinks. He's never been good at dealing with juveniles. This is the sort of thing Harry would be good at. ]

...preparations for another day. For now, just take a breath, okay? I won't let anything happen to you either, at least for tonight.