Devero has been leaving space between them, space for Koumyou to wrestle with himself and space for Devero to absorb what he's being told. But he can't leave that space open now, not when he hears the other man sob like that.

He's on his feet and across the space between them in an instant. His fingertips brush Koumyou's shoulders, wordlessly offering the space between his arms.

It's only once he's already there that the import of what Koumyou has said sinks in. "Sanzo... did you die?"