As out of sorts as Paul has felt, as displaced and disassembled, he finds more of himself here in the melting of Kaworu against his side. He makes a noise, soft and meaningless, as Kaworu resettles again into their new angle.

"You're always looking after me, angel."

This is good. It doesn't make everything right - it makes only a few things right, most of them caught up in the fineness of Kaworu's hair - but it anchors him to the earth. He lets his eyes slip closed and breathes, secure in Kaworu's watchfulness.