The Fool says he needs him without hesitation, as though it's only natural, and Devin wonders if his lover knows the power in those words. Most likely, even if the Fool doesn't know the full extent. It cannot have escaped his attention that Devin is bad at accepting kindness and care from people, and his expression now makes up for his silence. He closes his eyes when the Fool kisses him, and keeps them closed for a breath or two after.

Everything is alright. Probably. A doctor will have the best tools and skills to recommend next steps, if any. Devin finds himself confronted with peculiarly intractable anxiety that just lingers in the background in the short time until they get any answers; it's low-level, thankfully, but this is a brand of worry he's rarely experienced. This must be what partnership is like, which ironically he's grateful to feel.

He manages not to hover. He does, however, start diving into the Academy's resources to search for anything related to communications with the turtles, and the related effects on people. It gives Devin somewhere constructive to put his concerns while they wait for results.