"Or someone brought us up here. I don't remember."

Unlike Paul, Kaworu feels at ease. Nauseous, and like something is burrowing into his skull just above his eye, but at ease. The party happened. It was okay. It was better than okay, it was good and Paul is good. Idly, but not thoughtlessly, he reaches out and gently runs his fingers across Paul's cheek bone as if to confirm he's here. Everything is here and it's not a story he tells himself to pass the days as he stares at white walls and white ceilings.

"It's alright. I'm alright. Are you?"