Josuke shifts slightly, to allow himself to focus on the other easier, not wanting to be rude. He can see the scars and it calls to mind his friend back home who had his own menagerie of scars.

"Yeah, kind of?" He says, letting the uncertainty with his own answer slip in. "It's a little hard. Not that people here aren't more than willing. Just missing home, I guess? Missing friends mostly-one of my buddies, I see him daily, just to hang out, or walk to school... so it's odd, not." He admits, swallowing before his voice can really crack.