That...actually gets Katsuki to pause, freeze actually, with his his hands up and looking a bit like an idiot before he slowly lowers them and leans back to give the kid some space. R-Right...right. He panicked a little, and forgot a fundamental of his goddamn training - handling. Heroes can, and should offer aid to those who are clearly in need of it, but they still have to be cognizant of how they're handling people, especially young children. Some don't like to be touched at all, even by family members, and the whole 'stranger danger' is indeed a thing that should still be taught even primary schools and such. Plus, just...having a kid flinch like he's about to hit them triggers a few memories. Unpleasant ones. Ones Katsuki regrets deeply.

"It's...fine," he grinds out through his teeth, keeping his hands firmly planted by his sides now. Another brief and extremely soft apology is churned out through his teeth, voice a rasp, and Katsuki shakes his head. "Some of the people here are drinking alcohol...drinks for adults only, I hope you know. You were speaking f--...nonsense," my god is it hard not to curse, and his eyebrow even twitches a little with the effort. "Guess you're just tired. S'past both our bed times."

He grunts, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the back of the bench, pouting down his nose at the little girl. This place is really taking kids...little ones. What a mess. Regarding her very, very closely, Katsuki takes a deep breath, then exhales slowly. "...Where are you staying tonight? Your home. Where's your home? I'll escort you there."

He has a sinking suspicion he knows the answer already.