He tries. He tries really hard. A smile is plastered on his face, and he is nodding along with her words, but somewhere along the line, not even realizing it, his eyes well up, and then overflow. He hiccups, and claps his hands over his mouth, holding back the boo-hoos that long to come howling out, so that he can remain quiet like they asked. And he still nods at what Gerd says, but it doesn't take Dagmar to see that he's clearly not okay.