Devero's quiet and still, giving him space, but as the silence stretches and Koumyou's face goes so very sad, he finds that he has to break it.

"You're not as cold and distant as you think you are, o moon," he says quietly, releasing Koumyou's wrists to cup his face delicately instead. "That boy proves it, and I think you know that, don't you?"

He leans forward, touching his forehead to Koumyou's. "I wish I could meet him."