Even if they weren't in water, Koumyou would have been easy for Devero to move around like that. He weighs so little. That they are in the water must make it completely effortless.

The priest doesn't fight the move, stuffing his own insecurities firmly back into the dark.

No, Koumyou's entire focus is on how tight Devero's holding onto him, how he's curling around him. He sets his hands on Devero's shoulder, and slides one up into his hair to stroke his long, bony fingers carefully through the wet strands.