[Paul can hear the pout, can picture it well, and it draws an indulgent smile out of him. This arrangement finally feels satisfactory, Kaworu curved against him like a fallen crescent moon.]

All the more reason I need you to protect what I do have.

[Kaworu is so pliant, as trusting of Paul as he says he is. He's a spice-shimmering blend of relaxed and anticipatory under Paul's hands, and it's a sensation Paul dimly understands the risk of getting lost in. This is enough for now, for where they are.]

I'm unusual about a lot of things. Isn't that why I'm one of your favorite humans?