Kaworu watches Midoriya's face, his eyes growing so wide as he looks at the notebook that they reflect all the light dancing across the room like a galaxy in a green sea. It's a genuine emotion, but one Kaworu can't quite place. He thinks, no he is certain, that Midoriya is happy but it's not a kind of happiness that he knows. It's something very new and Kaworu can't quite decide if it's something very far or something near to him.

His eyes drift from Midoriya's face up to the ceiling again, as if staring at the empty space will index his thoughts and give him the answers he desires. There's nothing but a pleasant chorus of voices and twisting dancing light as his body seems to drift somewhere between here and there.

Then Paul says something and Kaworu is suddenly aware of the weight of the other boy's hand on his chest. Red eyes glance upwards. Honor... it's something humans talk about. Especially in Japan. Something that harkens back to Samurai and old eras. It's about families and structures and things like that. Distant things.'

He moves to pull his knees to his chest but realizes that the gesture would shift Midoriya so instead he simply knots his fingers and watches how they seem to blend together.

"I don't know what that means."