[When Kaworu opens his eyes, he's surprised to find himself laying down on a plush surface while a TV is on in front of him. A remote sits on an ottoman. He reaches for it, just to see if it's real, and in doing so pushes aside a woven blanket he then realizes is draped over him.]
[He's maybe encountered a couch once or twice, but he's never laid down on one. The sort of comfort he's feeling is unusual and almost unsettling; what sort of meaning is there in this?]
[Kaworu takes the remote into his hand. He turns the volume down. The pillow smells like Shinji.]
running with what vague idea i have left of this boy
[When Kaworu opens his eyes, he's surprised to find himself laying down on a plush surface while a TV is on in front of him. A remote sits on an ottoman. He reaches for it, just to see if it's real, and in doing so pushes aside a woven blanket he then realizes is draped over him.]
[He's maybe encountered a couch once or twice, but he's never laid down on one. The sort of comfort he's feeling is unusual and almost unsettling; what sort of meaning is there in this?]
[Kaworu takes the remote into his hand. He turns the volume down. The pillow smells like Shinji.]