It wouldn't, of course it wouldn't. Devero buries his face in the crook of Koumyou's shoulder, between parchment and collar and skin, and just inhales in the presence of his Sanzo. His arms wound around Koumyou squeeze tight, then tighter when he hears the hoarseness come into the other man's voice.

"I know," he says. "Don't apologize, I know." He manages a single laugh against Koumyou's skin before it chokes off into a sob. "I was so fucking scared though--!"