Koumyou waits until she's almost close enough to grab at Dev's hands, thrust past him as they are.

Then he lifts one leg, knee bent, plants the heavy tread of one train-issued boot against her stomach, and straightens his knee. Just slow enough to not knock her on her ass. Barely.

His smile for her is as cold as the grave, and there's a delight sparkling in his eyes, like a kid seeing all the presents waiting for them on their birthday.

"Devero," Koumyou says gently, his expression twisting into an understated, quiet grief, even though Dev can't see it. Not grief for Valdana, oh no, but grief for Devero. And for what he's sure this will do to their relationship. "I think this ship has sailed, my love. Let me take care of this."