He freezes as Koumyou's hand lights on his cheek. It's his turn to search the other man's face, waiting for the retraction that he expects to come immediately. Psych, you actually thought you deserved that? How pathetic.

But no such lash of cruelty comes. Devero inhales, a little shakily, and catches Koumyou's hand. He actually holds it to his face, leaning into the touch. "Thank you-- Koumyou."