[Before he knows it, before he really means to, Kaworu's following. It's never been Shinji coaxing him like this. How could Kaworu ever say no?
He lets himself onto the bed, cautious weight, tired limbs. He's on his side, one arm curled underneath his head, facing Shinji. And he's still staring, too, eyes vivid, mouth a line. It registers to him that he's in bed, he's reclining, Shinji is with him, it's warm and quiet. All at once, he sags, his bones buckling in his exhaustion, his eyelids dropping low. Just for the stress relief, he even lets out a long exhale. Then he breathes in deeply.
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He lets himself onto the bed, cautious weight, tired limbs. He's on his side, one arm curled underneath his head, facing Shinji. And he's still staring, too, eyes vivid, mouth a line. It registers to him that he's in bed, he's reclining, Shinji is with him, it's warm and quiet. All at once, he sags, his bones buckling in his exhaustion, his eyelids dropping low. Just for the stress relief, he even lets out a long exhale. Then he breathes in deeply.
It smells like Shinji.]