Devero knows they both still have obstacles to overcome, on their way to health and happiness. He knows their heads are both full of lurking landmines, waiting to consume one or both of them with fire and pain. He knows what Koumyou is afraid of, and why.

And he's here. For the long run, as much as he has a say in it, he's here.

He doesn't try to put any of that to words, though. It's too big and too nebulous and too painful for this moment that's supposed to be one of joy. So Devero just holds him, occasionally stroking his back or his hair.

For as long as Koumyou needs, Devero holds him.