[Paul can remember. He remembers everything, from the first dream to the last fall. He remembers Kaworu asleep on the edge of the ocean, water tugging at his fingertips, and he remembers the shattered parody of a kiss that the thing inside him had pressed to Paul's jaw where Kaworu's thumb traces now.
He can't forget. But perhaps he can supplant. He can alter the order of recollection, put this memory before that one, fill himself up with enough fragile happiness to make the rest of it bearable. Connect, and be tethered.]
I promised.
[He bends to kiss Kaworu's slender jaw, mirroring his tracing touch on Paul's. Colors spiral out from the sparking of nerve on nerve, and Paul teeters on the precipice of another dive, but -]
I have time for you. [Another kiss, closer to his ear.] But we should go back soon.
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He can't forget. But perhaps he can supplant. He can alter the order of recollection, put this memory before that one, fill himself up with enough fragile happiness to make the rest of it bearable. Connect, and be tethered.]
I promised.
[He bends to kiss Kaworu's slender jaw, mirroring his tracing touch on Paul's. Colors spiral out from the sparking of nerve on nerve, and Paul teeters on the precipice of another dive, but -]
I have time for you. [Another kiss, closer to his ear.] But we should go back soon.