[Paul's determination, and whole-hearted commitment to things, stirs something in Kaworu. Like it did back in that tent when they learned wrestling moves, a time that seems so long ago and also like it was only yesterday. It pushes him to do better, to compete, to participate instead of just watching for amusement.
There's no skill in him either, but he determinedly rises to meet Paul's level of commitment.
Then Paul pulls away, brushing a hand far up his back beneath his shirt, brushing the vertebrae before pulling back down and Kaworu wishes he hadn't, savoring the tingling sensation across his back. But the press of Paul's forehead is soothing and he leans into it and answers Paul's question with a voice barely above a whisper.]
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There's no skill in him either, but he determinedly rises to meet Paul's level of commitment.
Then Paul pulls away, brushing a hand far up his back beneath his shirt, brushing the vertebrae before pulling back down and Kaworu wishes he hadn't, savoring the tingling sensation across his back. But the press of Paul's forehead is soothing and he leans into it and answers Paul's question with a voice barely above a whisper.]
Why? It's your birthday.