Devero's got a way with words, an earnestness with them, that makes Koumyou pay attention. He holds very still through most of it, not necessarily even breathing.

That last bit, though, about imposing or presuming? Koumyou laughs lightly, and reaches out to give one of Dev's shoulders a playful poke with one finger.

"Don't overthink it," he suggests cheerfully, "I'm just glad you're not running."

Leave it to Koumyou to boil it all down to something so concise!

"But right now, I have to get dressed."