[The reality is, it’s easier to touch than to speak for Kaworu. His words sometimes aren’t the right ones, too strong when they should be soft. There’s less ambiguity in a touch, an attempt to comfort that’s clear. That’s why he reaches out to Paul when he hears him suffering in dreams that Kaworu cannot see but can save him from.
So there’s nothing odd about tucking himself against the taller boy now than there is then. Though at that comment, his nose and mouth screw in indignation.]
Who said that? I’ll tell them I ate your hand rice.
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So there’s nothing odd about tucking himself against the taller boy now than there is then. Though at that comment, his nose and mouth screw in indignation.]
Who said that? I’ll tell them I ate your hand rice.
[Another huff.]
Fine. Next time. Wake me up.