Kaworu makes note of the distance and it wounds him. He wraps his arms around himself, like trying to stem the bleeding. Instead, he nods miserably at Paul and makes no effort to close the distance either, despite his desire to be wrapped in long, thin arms with impossible firmness.

"Your eyes... What happened?" He shivers, with cold, but with something else too. Anxiety? Or perhaps a strange prescience of his own to know something has gone wrong.