[In defense of his ability to hold his liquor, he has not eaten anything today, because he was too sad. That's not much of a defense, but look: he's not panicking, for the moment. It worked!]

A toad? What sort of people would ride toads?

[They're slimy, how gross. He's busy thinking about toads while Daniil takes off his shoes - so considerate? - and takes that as a sign that he should sink even lower, until he's completely laid his head in Daniil's lap. Hm, yes, 10/10.

After a moment he reaches up to touch his cheek, fond. He can't possibly thank him enough for just... showing up? Dropping everything to come and listen to his woes? Mm.]

You'll stay, won't you? Can your steps against death wait until morning?

[Or whatever the heck he was doing at home, Danya Stuff...]