[One of the things Paul loves (he turns the word in his mind like a pearl under light, admiring its sheen) about Kaworu are the flights of his thoughts, never landing in one place for long. It's like watching petals in a fey breeze, and it often - as it does now - makes him laugh, helplessly, no matter how serious the tension they break is.]
Right here on the piano bench?
[Paul kisses him before Kaworu can get any ideas about how to answer, swift and merciless. He breaks away only after a thorough quieting, grin tilted.]
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Right here on the piano bench?
[Paul kisses him before Kaworu can get any ideas about how to answer, swift and merciless. He breaks away only after a thorough quieting, grin tilted.]
Let me take you upstairs first.