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Devan glanced up, still skittish, at Kaze's entrance. Before he barely had time to move further backward, the other boy had moved to hug him. Devan bristled even more, tension rippling through his lanky frame. He was about to pull away, possibly even shove Kaze, but a glimpse of red caught his eye, and he froze. Kaze had brushed across his knife and now had a small, bleeding cut. Devan's dark eyes fixated on the wound, not blinking; he squirmed in Kaze's hold, his breathing picking up again. He wanted so badly to cut deeper until his knife and hands were soaked with red, but he wouldn't… This was Kaze. He couldn't do that to Kaze. But the other boy was determined to soothe him, rubbing his back in circles like someone might to calm a victim of great grief. It irked Devan, but he focused on the blood seeping out of Kaze's cut.

The youth's squirming steadily subsided, his breathing settled, and he even began to relax a little. Unbeknownst to Kaze, his gentle embrace and soft humming was doing nothing to calm Devan down - but watching his wound bleed was. Devan's gaze was locked on the red substance as it accumulated around the cut. It was everything he had not to rip Kaze open for more, but on the other hand just watching that small wound bleed was enough to calm him somewhat.