"I wouldn't let anything hurt you," Kaworu insists, almost childishly, so that it's known he didn't mean it as a sentiment or a gesture of affection. He meant it quite literally. There might have been more, before Paul gently takes his jaw and shifts him into a more regal position that shows off his sharp, but delicate features, long neck, and thin shoulders.

A deep flush rises from his collar bones and up his neck to his face even though he's happy. It's nice to be the object of affection and praise. The tap on his jaw is soft, yet it feels like it sends tremors through his entire body and he has to repress a shiver.

"You... matter to me. You both matter to me. I'll... protect you. And fight for you."