[Paul watches Kaworu cast around the room. He watches him think it through, intuition coupled with insight, and choose an answer that drizzles like warm honey down Paul's ribs.
He is being spoiled, whether Kaworu thinks so or not. He's being given everything he wouldn't be able to bring himself to ask for (or almost everything; almost, almost, but he won't think about that, not here, not during this), by someone he especially never would have asked it of.]
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He is being spoiled, whether Kaworu thinks so or not. He's being given everything he wouldn't be able to bring himself to ask for (or almost everything; almost, almost, but he won't think about that, not here, not during this), by someone he especially never would have asked it of.]
That's also my favorite.
[He squeezes back, affirmation and fondness.]
Did you write anything on it yet?