Oh, this was a lot. A lot. Could this place do that for everyone? He wasn't sure if he wanted to see his future. ...Or find out he didn't have one at all.

Denji reached out as he knelt down and looped an arm around his shoulders, giving a physical ground. He felt momentarily helpless. What could he do about his own emotions, let alone another's?

"Yeah, that's... that's too much, holy shit- hold on, I've- I got-" He could do this, at least, a piece of toasted milk bread forming in one hand, and a simple cheap plastic knife in the other. Droplets of gold formed on the blade as he ran it over the toast, the scent of it flowery, warm, sweet.

"Here. Here. Snacks help me calm down... and I like honey on toast the most, I think. My... dreamotion-made honey was in different colors for a while, but I only just got it to be created in the color it should be." He looked about to pull the toast in half, paused, and offered it.

"There's nothin' here but you n' me. ...And toast. Eat somethin', you'll feel a little better after."