[This feels like the end. In a good way. Settling down somewhere with Shinji, just the two of them, is the beginning that's tearing away from the end of all Kaworu has known and come to expect. He's never gotten this far, not at all, but waiting for the shoe to drop has weighed on him all these years; who's to say he wouldn't fail to keep them safe from the next big threat again?]
[But that threat never came, and now, this time, these moments feel like it's over. The seed of worry in the back of his mind can wither and die while he pours his soul into loving Shinji. He's starting to stop having the dreams of waking up in space again, naked and alone, prepared to take his part in the whole thing one more time. Together with Shinji he's weathered the road to domesticity and what must be their life of normalcy from now on.]
[Kaworu smiles and wants to touch Shinji's hair and kiss him, but not with the unsheathed boxcutter in his hand.]
Maybe the thought was to keep them safe.
[He hovers around Shinji, ready to help him with the box's mystery mish-mash of contents.]
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[But that threat never came, and now, this time, these moments feel like it's over. The seed of worry in the back of his mind can wither and die while he pours his soul into loving Shinji. He's starting to stop having the dreams of waking up in space again, naked and alone, prepared to take his part in the whole thing one more time. Together with Shinji he's weathered the road to domesticity and what must be their life of normalcy from now on.]
[Kaworu smiles and wants to touch Shinji's hair and kiss him, but not with the unsheathed boxcutter in his hand.]
Maybe the thought was to keep them safe.
[He hovers around Shinji, ready to help him with the box's mystery mish-mash of contents.]