[Or he's going to perish right here in the closet, because Kaworu is evidently trying to kill him in a scheme convoluted enough to earn Paul's admiration before he meets his fate. His thoughts burst like so many bubbles as already pain sensitized skin lights up under the brush of breath and lips, and Paul leans against Kaworu with a noise that is categorically not a whimper -
- and catches Kaworu around the waist when his weight throws off the equilibrium of the bucket he'd forgotten was even there, pulling the smaller boy back with enough lightly panicked abruptness to haul him off it entirely. He stumbles backwards, half-laughing, half-breathless, and lowers Kaworu to the ground with apologetic care.]
I'm sorry. [For nearly putting them both on the floor; for stopping; for both.] Are you all right?
[It's a question he asks often. He's never asked it while bending over Kaworu with a tilted, intoxicated smile, stroking fingers along his jaw to tip his head back like he did before on the couch. He drinks the visual down shamelessly, roving from the clean lines of his neck to his finger mussed hair. He murmurs, mesmerised:]
no subject
- and catches Kaworu around the waist when his weight throws off the equilibrium of the bucket he'd forgotten was even there, pulling the smaller boy back with enough lightly panicked abruptness to haul him off it entirely. He stumbles backwards, half-laughing, half-breathless, and lowers Kaworu to the ground with apologetic care.]
I'm sorry. [For nearly putting them both on the floor; for stopping; for both.] Are you all right?
[It's a question he asks often. He's never asked it while bending over Kaworu with a tilted, intoxicated smile, stroking fingers along his jaw to tip his head back like he did before on the couch. He drinks the visual down shamelessly, roving from the clean lines of his neck to his finger mussed hair. He murmurs, mesmerised:]
Look at you.