"Strange..." When Gokudera talks about the wasteland it reminds Yamamoto of the video he had first seen. He thinks to himself they are pretty lucky they did not poof in outside the dome. Yamamoto is not sure how he would feel about everything feeling fake. So much of who is he is relying on instinct, how he feels to have that center of gravity gone would suck. He notices the switches in facial expression. He is bound to be paying more attention than usual as it is but he does not say anything. Instead, he eyes what looks like sushi but it is not his old man's, he takes a few pieces but not many.

"Then eat up!" He makes a happy noise when he sees the milk cartons, taking two with a huge grin. Exactly and there is a lot they can change, empty stomachs is one thing they have control over.

He is satisfied that his friend is going to eat decently, if not as well as he may have in the past. Yamamoto notices that Gokudera waits for him, he does not remark. He acts as if that is perfectly normal. He is thinking that as long as he can be himself, Gokudera can heal. If he keeps poking the wounds by reacting visibly to any strange behaviors it is going to be worse.

He leads them to a table, sliding into a seat he rubs his hands together and grins at Gokudera.

"It all looks good." He is not as formal as most people so there are no thanks for the meal, he does give a polite nod before digging in. His first order of business is to put his straw in and take a big sip of milk.