"No," he said, shaking his head, a faint smile on his lips. "I can't be wrong. The universe would cease to exist."
He rolled his eyes and left his uneaten toast on the counter, reaching for his cloak. "You're changing the story to fit your needs."
He glanced up, running a hand through his hair distractedly. "What? Oh. No. I'm just getting my stuff. I'll eat while I walk."