Koumyou leans into the touch to his face, and the forehead against his, just slightly.

"I am with most people."

And he's fine with that, really. Letting too many people get near him is just going to compound the risk to them... and to his own tenuous sanity. He's not sure how many more people he can stand to watch die who he cares about at all.

"I wish you could, too. He has more spirit than all of us combined. I miss him," and it's Koumyou's turn to have tears roll down his cheeks, his eyes slipping shut, "So, so much."