[This is...strange. Kaworu is confused, isn't matching Shinji's energy at all. It can be excused by just waking up, but Kaworu knows better, suspects something is afoot. This is wrong, but Shinji's fingers in his hair feel so right.]
[Kaworu reaches up to take Shinji's hand in his, and he slides it down to his face, holding it in place against his cheek.]
No...it's alright.
[He hesitates, then presses a kiss to Shinji's palm, reverent. He sighs, wonders how he's doomed to die in this place. Is it on this couch, crushed by the weight of the affection he wants from Shinji so badly? There are worse ways to go.]
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[Kaworu reaches up to take Shinji's hand in his, and he slides it down to his face, holding it in place against his cheek.]
No...it's alright.
[He hesitates, then presses a kiss to Shinji's palm, reverent. He sighs, wonders how he's doomed to die in this place. Is it on this couch, crushed by the weight of the affection he wants from Shinji so badly? There are worse ways to go.]
I'm awake.