Delta returns to the kitchen table and sits down. One he's sitting he looks down at his hands, licks his lips because his mouth feels so dry.

"I...I've never talked to anyone about... being like I am. I guess... I guess that's why I can't get this York guy out of my head."

He tries so hard to hide his condition, to not let it hold him back. So opening up to someone like that was... Not empowering or comforting, but strangely comforting.

"I went into Smithson's this morning. He wanted me to check back in and make sure the repairs were holding. I tried to pay him after for the inspection but... Whoever this York guy is, he told Smithson to put any necessary repairs that I bring in on his tab. I don't understand."