The little drone actually skitters out of the way, switching on its lifter and scooting out of the closed-in space of the bunk entirely. Once it's clear, though, it immediately rotates back around to watch them.

Devero's ignoring it for the moment, though, much more interested in the man in front of him. Eyes closed, he reciprocates the kiss, a smile on his lips when they separate.

He fishes out the cartridge and drops the box onto the floor beside his bunk, holding the item in both hands and rubbing its casing with his thumbs. There's wonder in the motion, as if this was some exotic gift from an alien world and not bog-standard media storage. He's still smiling when he looks back up at Koumyou.

"Even if you can't say the word, I know," he says, eyes shining. "You show me every day, and I see it. Thank you."