It's not the lightly arch look he gives when being teased, or the weighted seriousness of the one he bestows when telling Kaworu things he marks as important. It's not the warmly playful looks he casts at the other boy before games.
Paul knows the thing he pretends not to, the gentle and untempered yearning that spirals up inside Kaworu's eyes when they land on him, sometimes. It's a delicate dance he's in with that crimson whirlpool, one that spins, always, on the axis of care.
He looks at Kaworu, and he thinks about it.]
It probably is special.
[His fingers are very close at Paul's throat. So is the rest of him. He finds that they hush him, a little.]
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It's not the lightly arch look he gives when being teased, or the weighted seriousness of the one he bestows when telling Kaworu things he marks as important. It's not the warmly playful looks he casts at the other boy before games.
Paul knows the thing he pretends not to, the gentle and untempered yearning that spirals up inside Kaworu's eyes when they land on him, sometimes. It's a delicate dance he's in with that crimson whirlpool, one that spins, always, on the axis of care.
He looks at Kaworu, and he thinks about it.]
It probably is special.
[His fingers are very close at Paul's throat. So is the rest of him. He finds that they hush him, a little.]
Are you sure that's what you want to bet?