J can't tell what's worse - the despair in that tune, or the skipping and warping distorting it almost beyond recognition. He has to do something - problem is, he has no idea what.

He reaches out, gingerly laying a hand on the kid's shoulder, really to pull it away if it spooks him. "It ain't your fault." It's about the only thing he can say with certainty. People don't screw up their own tunes like that - this has to be outside influence. "There's nothin' wrong with you bein' you, tryin' to be who you want to be, an' anyone sayin' that ain't the case...well, they're dead wrong." He pauses, not sure how to even address what the kid just told him. "I'm sorry they hurt you. You gotta know- it ain't your fault. You didn't do anything wrong, an' you don't deserve it." No, he doesn't know the specifics, but no kid ever deserves to be hurt like this. Ever.