Paul weaves his fingers through Kaworu into a lattice, stronger together than apart, and it eases some of the pressured tension in him. His shoulderblades slide down and back as he half-steps closer.
"I trust you both," Paul tells them, with the steady intensity they know well by now. He isn't someone who says that lightly, the circle of those he trusts a small and select one.
Once someone is close, he always wants to keep them.
"It's like we said. We protect each other. That includes the old man." Paul edges closer, despite his keen awareness of other people in the room, unable to help a frown at Kaworu's troubled expression. He wants to brush it away with gentle touches, nestle him against his chest - with Midoriya too, while he's at it.
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"I trust you both," Paul tells them, with the steady intensity they know well by now. He isn't someone who says that lightly, the circle of those he trusts a small and select one.
Once someone is close, he always wants to keep them.
"It's like we said. We protect each other. That includes the old man." Paul edges closer, despite his keen awareness of other people in the room, unable to help a frown at Kaworu's troubled expression. He wants to brush it away with gentle touches, nestle him against his chest - with Midoriya too, while he's at it.