Koumyou is quiet through this, still massaging Devero's tense hand in his, looking over at Yondu as he speaks and then down at Devero.
Softly, he adds his two cents, "You're more than what she tried to make you, Devero."
And it's not just Koumyou's bias talking; Yondu also sees it. There are plenty of other people on the train who see it, too, among those who have left and those who remain.
Yeah, he did just kind of do that, didn't he? Say that Devero was more than what he thought of himself. But currently there's a room full of people like that and not a one of them would likely admit it. Such is their curse, even from such wildly differing but equally shitty backgrounds. Relatable mostly in that important others deemed them expendable.
He has Devero half on him and it's warm and comfortable, and he squirms just a bit under him to make sure his limbs are situated in the most fitting places. Yondu gives Koumyou a curious look, like he's asking if this is alright as he combs his fingers through the younger man's hair and holds him a little tighter with the arm that's around him. If the Sanzo wants to take care of him himself, he can find a way to scooch out.
Devero pulls back a little as Yondu repositions himself, but as soon as the older man settles he tucks right back in. He's so, so desperate for the comfort; the fact that it comes from someone he admires is icing on the cake.
His partner's leg bracing his back is comforting too, and Devero understands that the massage is supposed to be as well-- he should probably be grateful for any attention he's getting, just enjoy it while it's offered, before either man realizes they've got better things to do then lay around and pat an emotional vampire of a--
Stop it, he tells himself, and is a little startled by the strength of that mental admonishment.
Unaware of Yondu trying to eye-chat Koumyou, he tangles the priest's fingers with his own and tugs. "L-lay back down?" he asks, his audible voice much more tremulous than his mental one a moment ago. He sounds plaintive and exhausted and so fucking needy and damn it if he doesn't flinch a little as if he expects to be taken to task for daring to make a request.
This is Koumyou, for fuck's sake, who's known that he's more than what she let him be since the first time they met! But Devero flinches anyway, and kind of hates himself for it.
"Okay," Koumyou squeezes Dev's fingers, then takes a moment to take the sutra off with his free hand, tucking the scroll it instantly turns into into his sleeve. Then the ceremonial bamboo breastplate comes off over his head, vanishing into the ARMs band.
He returns Yondu's weird look with a raised eyebrow, then scoots back down into the pile, pressing his wiry frame against Devero's back and Yondu's poor, trapped arm.
Then, because he's Koumyou and every serious moment needs jokes--
"So... you're finally getting to sleep with me, Yondu."
He can see what Koumyou is doing there. While Yondu's never been great at burying his sadness in humor (his usual go-to was anger) he can tell what it is. Sanding down the hard edges on something heavy so it doesn't hurt as much to lift it, where as Yondu's method is more for muscling through.
He snorts softly. "A present from Dev to you, I reckon." After all, he's the one who brought him.
Oh, how he relaxes when Koumyou's body tucks in behind his. He actually releases his hold on the collar he's not wearing to seize Koumyou's hand and drag the priest's arm around himself. Koumyou holding him from one side, Yondu from the other-- he releases a shaky breath and just sort of goes boneless between them.
His chuckle, when it drifts out from between the two older men, almost sounds normal for him. "Go for it," he murmurs. Sorry Koumyou, this is what you get for dating a hussy: encouragement. "I sure wouldn't mind.
"Maybe not while I'm right here, though," he adds, his voice going a little dry. "Not unless you want me involved too." Doesn't much sound like he'd object to that, though, given how warm and content his next huff of laughter is.
"Next time put a bow on him, Dev-chan," Koumyou says sleepily. Of the three of them, he's the one that is only joking.
Anything else, well. He and Dev should probably chat about that someday. He remains oblivious regardless. Devero's interest in Koumyou was a fluke, that's all.
"One of those big ones like they put on cars in the magazines."
Excuse you, Koumyou. He was just going along with the joke. Until that second comment happened from Dev and he might have reacted a little but only a little and he's hoping that it was ignored under that people pile going on.
"Hell yeah it'd take a biggun'." He yawns and shifts so his scarred cheek is leaning against Devero's forehead and his damn fin is safely out of anyone's way. This position is relatively comfortable.
Devero, of course, is absolutely not joking, but he can tell that neither of the other two is taking it seriously. So he just chuckles again, and this time plays along; "I'll have to order one next platform, then. Make it really really clear next time."
He peeks cross-eyed up at Yondu and smiles as the other man shifts in that much closer. He hasn't felt so comfortable in ages, and it's probably not going to take more than a moment or two of silence before he drifts off to sleep between the other two...
He mouths a soft 'yeah', without voicing it, and moves his hand from Devero's head as gently as possible to pat Koumyou's. An awkward reach to do it, but he does.
Then her rests his hand on Dev's shoulder. Easy to snooze from there.
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Softly, he adds his two cents, "You're more than what she tried to make you, Devero."
And it's not just Koumyou's bias talking; Yondu also sees it. There are plenty of other people on the train who see it, too, among those who have left and those who remain.
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He has Devero half on him and it's warm and comfortable, and he squirms just a bit under him to make sure his limbs are situated in the most fitting places. Yondu gives Koumyou a curious look, like he's asking if this is alright as he combs his fingers through the younger man's hair and holds him a little tighter with the arm that's around him. If the Sanzo wants to take care of him himself, he can find a way to scooch out.
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His partner's leg bracing his back is comforting too, and Devero understands that the massage is supposed to be as well-- he should probably be grateful for any attention he's getting, just enjoy it while it's offered, before either man realizes they've got better things to do then lay around and pat an emotional vampire of a--
Stop it, he tells himself, and is a little startled by the strength of that mental admonishment.
Unaware of Yondu trying to eye-chat Koumyou, he tangles the priest's fingers with his own and tugs. "L-lay back down?" he asks, his audible voice much more tremulous than his mental one a moment ago. He sounds plaintive and exhausted and so fucking needy and damn it if he doesn't flinch a little as if he expects to be taken to task for daring to make a request.
This is Koumyou, for fuck's sake, who's known that he's more than what she let him be since the first time they met! But Devero flinches anyway, and kind of hates himself for it.
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He returns Yondu's weird look with a raised eyebrow, then scoots back down into the pile, pressing his wiry frame against Devero's back and Yondu's poor, trapped arm.
Then, because he's Koumyou and every serious moment needs jokes--
"So... you're finally getting to sleep with me, Yondu."
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He snorts softly. "A present from Dev to you, I reckon." After all, he's the one who brought him.
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His chuckle, when it drifts out from between the two older men, almost sounds normal for him. "Go for it," he murmurs. Sorry Koumyou, this is what you get for dating a hussy: encouragement. "I sure wouldn't mind.
"Maybe not while I'm right here, though," he adds, his voice going a little dry. "Not unless you want me involved too." Doesn't much sound like he'd object to that, though, given how warm and content his next huff of laughter is.
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Anything else, well. He and Dev should probably chat about that someday. He remains oblivious regardless. Devero's interest in Koumyou was a fluke, that's all.
"One of those big ones like they put on cars in the magazines."
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"Hell yeah it'd take a biggun'." He yawns and shifts so his scarred cheek is leaning against Devero's forehead and his damn fin is safely out of anyone's way. This position is relatively comfortable.
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He peeks cross-eyed up at Yondu and smiles as the other man shifts in that much closer. He hasn't felt so comfortable in ages, and it's probably not going to take more than a moment or two of silence before he drifts off to sleep between the other two...
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Then her rests his hand on Dev's shoulder. Easy to snooze from there.