It's Toshi's turn to gasp, very quietly, the moment Yukio turns around. There is blood on this kid's clothes, and tear tracks down his face, and god that face. It wrings Toshi's soul dry to look at it. Immediately he lifts his hands, fluid and slow, palms-out, to show he isn't a threat and to try to calm the trembling child.

Fear. Horrible, crippling fear. It clouds around Yukio like a veil. Toshi slowly crouches down, to be more easily eye-level with Yukio. "Sometimes dangerous things happen here, that's true," there's no good in denying that. Toshi knows better. "Are you hurt? Please, let me help you. That blood on your clothes..."