[If they weren't pressed chest to chest, Paul's ripple of silent laughter might go unnoticed. He pairs it with the sweep of his thumb along Kaworu's neck in assurance, because he doesn't want Kaworu to think he's laughing at him. He's just - light, unburdened.]
So that was just because it's my birthday?
[He doesn't believe that. He traces a circle on the warm skin above Kaworu's hip, feather-light and deliberately slow, and imagines he feels its ghost-echo slipping down his spine.]
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So that was just because it's my birthday?
[He doesn't believe that. He traces a circle on the warm skin above Kaworu's hip, feather-light and deliberately slow, and imagines he feels its ghost-echo slipping down his spine.]
Thank you for all of this. For staying with me.