"Well, I suppose it's true that I don't know you as well, but... I think you're sweet, and kind, and that it's terribly easy for terrible people to use that kind of thing to their own advantage."
It isn't hard to remember the puppy eyes Devero had given him when he'd asked if they could dance again. Or his alarm at Koumyou's minor wounds, just a short time before. And the way he'd seemed surprised and then happy, every time Koumyou had grabbed his hand...
Before things had gotten... weird, somehow. Before he'd started to make the bigger man so nervous.
"Imagine treating anyone like they're expendable, like they're trash that can never be good enough... for what? Good enough for someone who has to hold another down just to feel higher up?"
Koumyou glances down at his hands wrapped around one of Devero's, and has a moment of uncertainty. Since when does he hold onto anyone, anymore?
He stares at that physical affront to his own barriers, and says almost too quietly to hear, "...You know, you might be one of the only people I've met who actually sees me?"
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It isn't hard to remember the puppy eyes Devero had given him when he'd asked if they could dance again. Or his alarm at Koumyou's minor wounds, just a short time before. And the way he'd seemed surprised and then happy, every time Koumyou had grabbed his hand...
Before things had gotten... weird, somehow. Before he'd started to make the bigger man so nervous.
"Imagine treating anyone like they're expendable, like they're trash that can never be good enough... for what? Good enough for someone who has to hold another down just to feel higher up?"
Koumyou glances down at his hands wrapped around one of Devero's, and has a moment of uncertainty. Since when does he hold onto anyone, anymore?
He stares at that physical affront to his own barriers, and says almost too quietly to hear, "...You know, you might be one of the only people I've met who actually sees me?"