"I don't remember," Kaworu says, a tinge of sadness seeping over the sleepiness in his voice. He would have liked to remember. It was nice, being carried by Paul, even to just a closet. It made Kaworu feel like he was something to be protected, valued, instead of something to be used for once. Like he was actually as fragile as he feels like he sometimes is and he hates he can't remember it.

Still, when Midoriya asks him to wait, he does, just rubbing at his arm and watching the other boy, curious to see, what he does. Then just before Midoriya moves, Kaworu understands, and steps back to avoid Paul's feet from being swung into him. However, he doesn't expect Midoriya to encourage him to join in. He still expects to be on the outside unless he forces himself in because he can't stand to be left apart.

Unusually cautious, Kaworu approaches, trying to think about how it would work for Midoriya to carry them both. But as he gets closer, the caution fades, and the cheerful intoxication of closeness takes over. He jumps into Paul's lap, wrapping his arms around Midoriya's neck with a cheerful laugh.