Shito stopped talking when Devit finally cut him off, blinking slowly with disappointment. It was rare that he could share his love of the items he collected, and as he might have expected, Devit didn't really give a shit.

He set the one he'd been showing off back down and adjusted it until he was happy with its position, then sat back on the bed against the headboard.

"I don't expect you to understand," he sniffed.