Gary took his hand away quickly, grimacing at how the guy seemed to behave. Afraid, confused, lost... And he had a wicked stutter. Was he on drugs? His eyes, though confused and wide, looked clear and watchful. "Look, guy, I'm not gonna hurt you..." He put a hand to his own head to massage the pain there. "How about you get off the street... you're bleeding... I'll wrap up your feet, hell, give you some of my shoes at least. Just... come with me and get off the street before the cops pick you up." He put a hand behind the blue-haired young man, keeping himself as generic and unthreatening as possible, which wasn't hard when he looked like he'd gone through a ten-round punchfest with Mike Tyson.