Albus liked odd candy. The unusual, the unexpected. The sort that could be conveniently stored in a hip flask for a bit of relief during particularly long staff meetings. Staff meetings, and even hip flasks, however, were all things that felt terribly far away-- tucked away with all the stabilising things he knew. In instances were even the familiar was unsettling, Albus had learned to simply let go, to simply embrace what he could not comprehend, and accept it. Here, however, he found it more difficult. Difficult, but not impossible. His thoughts, once so well trained and carefully marshaled ran wild, turning fierce and turbulent.
So the innocent and familiar, he hoped, would prove a bit grounding. His sister might be dead or alive, or both, and Gellert might be here, or not, only both himself and not all at the same time, but a Mint Humbug was still and Mint Humbug.
The slight jostle came as a bit of a surprise, but nothing catastrophic. The young man's explanation warranted a bit of sympathy, though Albus supposed he'd call his own fixation more of a fascination than an addiction. Well, most of the time, anyway. Sitting for exams sometimes called that into question.
"No trouble at all," Albus said with an easily polite smile. "We all have our preoccupations." Selecting the bag of unfamiliar red candy that he seemed to have been reaching for, Albus handed it over to his fellow candy enthusiast, but not after peering a bit curiously at the unfamiliar packaging.