[ It's truly amazing that a kid can be so pathetic and so unsettling at the same time. You'd think he's collecting them.
Kaworu curls in close to his chest, and God shifts to keep this ungaingly tangle of teenager in his arms all the way down the stairs. He talks gentle nonsense as they go. God says things like, My own fault for stepping into the splash zone, and I didn't think the place needed redecorating that badly, and, Better out than in, eh.
The house is quiet, this time of night. They don't even pass Paul drifting around like a creepy wayward jellyfish, all blue light and that weird not-there prickle on skin. God simply shoulder-checks the door to his study open, and goes to set Kaworu down on the threadbare sofa. ]
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Kaworu curls in close to his chest, and God shifts to keep this ungaingly tangle of teenager in his arms all the way down the stairs. He talks gentle nonsense as they go. God says things like, My own fault for stepping into the splash zone, and I didn't think the place needed redecorating that badly, and, Better out than in, eh.
The house is quiet, this time of night. They don't even pass Paul drifting around like a creepy wayward jellyfish, all blue light and that weird not-there prickle on skin. God simply shoulder-checks the door to his study open, and goes to set Kaworu down on the threadbare sofa. ]
There. Bit of company for us both.