It used to be, before I realized what I was seeing. [It's easier to deal with it being a mutation rather than just going insane.]

Don't mention it. It must be hard... I wish I could help more. [Seeing all that he does, being acutely aware of how people feel...it's hard not to want to help. Darker emotions, pain and grief and fear, tend to cling to people like dark clouds. Although Ken knows they can't feel it, he always thinks it looks hard to breathe, like that.

He glances down at the soccer ball.] ...Want to kick that around a bit?