Kou can't even appreciate the effortless grace of the movement; all he can think of is how like Goro that is. Goro's always been the more effortlessly graceful, poised between the two of them. Kou knows he's always been more sloppy, and he didn't mind, not when he could so easily pretend he wasn't, and he had his own qualities where Goro fell short, but- but-

He swallows again, his face working overtime not to crumple with grief, not to give in, not to be weak in front of this fake. Being alone here is difficult? Hah. Haha.

"Nobody understands," he says, breath hitching. "Even if- if they were. Here."

His voice is far too brittle, and the stutter gives his roiling emotions away, but he can't stop.