Koumyou doesn't finish that sentence for a moment, eyes dropping to the floor as he tucks his hands into his sleeves, gripping his forearms so very tightly.
"...I'm me."
He knows Devero will know what he means. So soon after Aquafir, after having to convince Koumyou he even wanted to physically fool around with him, that he didn't find his scrawny, ravaged body horrifying, with every visible rib and tendon...
Quieter, he repeats, hunching his shoulders and staring at the floor, "I'm me, Devero. You can do so, so, so much better. So much."
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Koumyou doesn't finish that sentence for a moment, eyes dropping to the floor as he tucks his hands into his sleeves, gripping his forearms so very tightly.
"...I'm me."
He knows Devero will know what he means. So soon after Aquafir, after having to convince Koumyou he even wanted to physically fool around with him, that he didn't find his scrawny, ravaged body horrifying, with every visible rib and tendon...
Quieter, he repeats, hunching his shoulders and staring at the floor, "I'm me, Devero. You can do so, so, so much better. So much."