When Koumyou buries his face in his sleeves to sob, Devero thinks his heart might break. He looks around-- it doesn't seem like anyone's directly observing them, but there are a more than a few people in here to celebrate with Seto and Yugi and it's only a matter of time before someone notices what's going on.
He doesn't want his selfishness to mar their well-deserved happiness, like it stands to threaten his own right now.
"I'm going to pick you up," he tells Koumyou, giving him no more warning than that before he kneels to scoop the wiry priest into his arms, clasping him into his chest and carrying him swiftly to the nearest door.
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He doesn't want his selfishness to mar their well-deserved happiness, like it stands to threaten his own right now.
"I'm going to pick you up," he tells Koumyou, giving him no more warning than that before he kneels to scoop the wiry priest into his arms, clasping him into his chest and carrying him swiftly to the nearest door.