Kurt smirked a little when the Bandit said that it was a shock to see him in costume. It had been awhile since he'd shocked anyone with fashion. Here in New York it was pretty much anything goes. Not that he'd been trying to push boundaries lately, but much of his wardrobe would have been less well received back in Lima. "That makes sense. A shell game of sorts."
But then he started calling Kurt an ass, which made him frown defensively. "Well, I didn't mean to become a vigilante, now did I? I just stepped in because I could. I assure you, I know this is serious."
Sighing, he said, "I definitely don't want to end up in jail. Maybe I should just let the authorities take care of Finn. It's just ... he's my brother, you know? And that makes him feel like my responsibility."
"I guess what I'm saying is that I want to do it right, as you say, at least until I find him. I'm no good to Finn dead or in jail. I'm no good to anyone just staying home alone like I have been." He looked at the Bandit and asked, "So, do you want to help? Or am I giving up this foolish idea once and for all?"