[ Oh. Oh, shit. He walked right into that one, didn't he? A part of him had somehow painted some sort of idyllic life for Daniel despite himself; clearly married, he had thought Daniel a happy father and husband, content to watch over the various kids he's taken under his care, a nice, ordinary life for a nice, ordinary man, albeit one who has found himself wrapped up in affairs beyond his control.

He had turned his detective brain off in favour of a couple of nice conversations, hadn't he? As Kim thinks about it, more things slip into place. To be caught up in such violence puts a strain in any relationship - Kim has seen more break-ups during his tenure as an officer than he cares to consider; divorcees and bachelors, the lot of them - and consumed with his students, the dojo he runs when he's not labouring at his day job... how much time does that leave him, exactly? How deep do his workaholic tendencies run?

Those are just guesses, of course. Poor sod. Life isn't easy on any of them. ]

I'm sorry to hear that. [ Kim does not willingly engage in emotional conversations as a general rule, a rule that he has found himself breaking time and time again during his time here. He's only human, after all. Besides, if Daniel doesn't tell this to him, who the hell would he talk to about it? Robby? One of the dozen volunteers who look to him as the leader of the welcome diner? Kim doesn't think so.

A dire state of affairs, to have the kids taken away. But not the end of all things. Daniel is still wearing his ring, after all. ]

Was it... because of what you found yourself wrapped up in? [ He gestures at his face. ] The injuries you arrived with. That whole mess.