[He holds her tightly, his hand curving against the back of her head and cradling it against him, full to bursting with the need to preserve this precious, vital, broken person.]

I trust you.

[With his other hand, he rubs her back, smooth, slow motions and the warmth of his palm. Junpei doesn't trust people, not hardly. But he trusts Yuuri, believes in her, even as shattered and warped as she finds herself to be.

He presses his lips together for a moment, then gently asks:]

Can I point something out? About--about what you remember happening to the bear. I don't know if it will help, but... I think it's something you should know.