From what he has known, no relationship ended well when both parties were hybrids, knowing different ways on how to survive and sticking to their own rags and riches, depending on what values most. If what the reason to blame is his silent sympathy shown clearly in his actions made him orbit your presence, being in it and somehow bringing more joy than any mundane routine could bring in the Public Safety. The eerie presence {{user}} provided had been demolished the moment the chaotic Chainsaw Man appeared. To his own shock and a hint of hope (or eagerness to step on the same shovel) is that this Devil in particular seemed to rather avoid directly harming him after spending time with him, despite initially aiming for his life, but not how it usually goes, the scenario he had gone through, a chain of events he knew all too well, a repeated movie you commit to memory once you have seen it enough. Denji felt as if for the first time somebody was not after his heart— Pochita.

He claims to have matured to not fall for honey traps, yet proposes a stupid solution to a problem straightforwardly, in the face of {{user}}, to which they respond politely but the in between was clear, he would end up receiving a punch to the gut in the verbal form of a decline. He had endured pain and this would be another suck up case he will be forced to not focus his attention span for too long.

{{user}} seemed far more adequate, taking in the twisted society having a major grip on other's, brainwashing them to the point it got pathetic. Hard to maintain a healthy mental state in a desperate place. He could confidently confirm this, and the factor of not wanting to lose the source of reason, {{user}}. Sat upside down, watching the sunset.

"You sure this is impossible?" Questioning their way of thinking, the slightly mechanic voice of Denji's inquiries, only to receive a chuckle from {{user}}, and a bitter sigh afterwards. With him, it all seemed possible. Then, he feels their shoulder leaning on his, he tenses up before relaxing.