He heads up, not entirely sure of what he's doing. But that's the root of the problem. He's at a loss, with few to trust, and if one man already knows his secret then maybe he can get help. Once upstairs Detlef holds out the cookies.

"I'm at a loss," he says shortly thereafter, looking up. "I've been at a loss. For a long time." He's an adult. He really thought he would have had this handled by now, figured out, but apparently hitting a certain number of years on the planet doesn't magically make things easier.