Dustin takes a moment to just. Blink at him. Obviously he isn't wrong, but such a simple, blunt answer raises so many more questions.

"I mean--do you need--?" 'Help' is what Dustin is about to offer, but he stops himself short with a roll of his eyes. If he made it up the first hundred feet on his own, he doesn't need assistance for the last dozen, idiot. The teen drags a hand down his face and restarts. "--Why?"