[Shinji looks crushed — Kaworu can tell that much. Sympathy wells up inside of him, and he shakes his head and moves his thumb against Shinji's cheek like he did earlier. He doesn't want for Shinji to make such a face. And he can understand, at least, a desire for release...]
I'm sorry, [he says softly, and leans in. He kisses Shinji's lips once, and then pulls back again. He's still holding onto Shinji's hand, but now he brings it up to his mouth to kiss Shinji's curled fingers. When he speaks again, his lips move against his friend's knuckles: ] What do you need?
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I'm sorry, [he says softly, and leans in. He kisses Shinji's lips once, and then pulls back again. He's still holding onto Shinji's hand, but now he brings it up to his mouth to kiss Shinji's curled fingers. When he speaks again, his lips move against his friend's knuckles: ] What do you need?