[As if Kurt's answer has saddened him somewhat, the shade seems to let out a breath, though he has no lungs to speak of.]

It's nothing you need to be concerned over. I am sorry if I worried you.

[It's subtle, at first. The longer his hand remains on Kurt's shoulder, the more bits and pieces he steals from the young man—his feelings and opinions about himself, whatever confidence or uncertainty he may have in his actions, thoughts about what sets him apart from others. With something like lament in his voice, he continues:]

You shouldn't have to be caught up in all this...