Devero lets Koumyou take his hands and kiss them, though his fingers remain tightly clenched. He takes them back soon enough, though, and retreats to the other side of the pool.

Heavily, he sits, bracing his elbows against his knees and lowering his face into his hands, muffled into his palms. "It doesn't feel like it," he admits from behind his hands. "Everyone here is so amazing, Koumyou."