[The movement through the house seems to happen all at once. Like he's so familiar with this house that he and Paul move through it like everything around them is fluid and they're the only things solid things. Colors, voices, lights, faces, flow around them, moving back just as they move forward. Each step and there's more behind them. Then Kaworu's feet touch the ground in... a closet. The world is suddenly very still.]

A closet...?

[He asks, in a tone that suggests he finds this an unusual choice in a fun way and not a disappointing one. He glances back from the spring coats to Paul just in time to watch him diminish, like the last rays of sun overtaken by storm clouds. It's curious to see how he moves from confident to shy. Just like any human unsure of how to reach out and connect with others. Which he's come to learn are his favorite parts about Paul.

Then suddenly Paul won't even at him and now that won't do. Paul can be shy but Kaworu doesn't want him to be afraid. Not of him. Not of them together, no matter how they are together. In a flourish, Kaworu turns around and moves the bucket closer to Paul with limbs that seem too long for his height. Then he leaps onto it, landing lightly as he always does.]

I'm alright. I'm always alright when I'm with you.

[A gentle hand reaches forward to rub a thumb against Paul's cheekbone and deep red eyes stare into soft sea blue-green. He's missed the softness of the color.]

But the question is... what do you want, Paul Atreides? What did you come here to do? What is your will?