Kurt pressed the shirt against him and one of Cassidy's hands pressed over Kurt's. He sort of regretted doing that, though, after he felt the unusual bone structure under his palm. Just two thick-knuckled fingers.

Sure, Cassidy had had some wild hallucinations in his day, but as much as he tried to see Kurt as somebody just come from a party, who'd gotten a little too into his costume... well, he'd seen the mugger vanish.

"Well, it's possible I may need to see a doctor," he said, then realized that might be taken as a cue to teleport him to the hospital, and grabbed on tight to Kurt's wrist. "Wait! No, no, not really. Not really. I need sommat else."

Whatever the hell was going on here, there was no space for getting tricky. Cassidy was honestly kind of terrified, and his terror was inspiring a desperate gamble.

"If I tell 'ya, will you promise to believe me and to try and help me out?"