"That fear of losing someone is... what happened to me. When we were separated." His voice is tight.

He presses him close to embrace his shaking and tucks Kaworu's head into the safe space against the pulse of his neck. Sometimes the mind follows the settling of the body. He lets the slow swells of his own chest show him how. (The rapid beating of his own heart gives him away, but it is strong.) He flattens his palm on Kaworu's back and moves it in circles. Normally shy about who sees him being close with someone, he doesn't care if anyone walks in now. This is too important.

"You can still be so much. And you came back. It was your choice. I'm going to help you, okay? I'm going to help you make things better. I know what you did. I'm not ignoring that. But the worse things are, all the more reason to take your hand."