Toki nodded and poked the cherry of the cigarette at one of the posts in the railing, skimming the ashes off. He didn't know how to fully explain that it broke his heart when he was younger, knowing that there would be a time that Skwisgaar didn't have him. It was hard to explain to anyone that Skwisgaar was more fragile than anyone he'd ever seen. Fragile and delicate and altogether beautiful. He wondered how long it took Skwisgaar to quit crying. It must have been a long time. How high he must have gotten, how it was likely that he had tried to OD and follow. He refused to think of it any longer than a few seconds though and he sighed, sitting back. "After dis, I gunna teach you how to makes a waffle. I sees de waffle irons in dere when I puts away de food." He smiled warmly up at Soren, "You likes cloudberries, jo?"