Devero goes so, so still when he hears Koumyou approaching from behind him, only his chest moving with his erratic, shallow breathing. He watches the man like he expects to be-- like he expects him to-- like he expects--

Koumyou sits beside him. He did not expect that.

He's still tense as a load-bearing cable when Koumyou bumps him, and his fingers shake as he accepts his Interface back. He still can't look at him, turning his face away as the priest speaks.

"How could you know?" he asks, his voice low and strained. "Any n-normal person would have just meant it for fun. But you had to get stuck with me taking a fancy to you."