[Feeling powerless is familiar by now. Kaworu can sympathize. He can relate — he tells himself, Because we're kindred spirits. Because their souls were meant to meet this way...
And Kaworu even knows what it is to give a desperate kiss.
Kissing Shinji makes Kaworu feel like a clumsy child again. (Maybe he's too afraid to look at himself and see how much progress he's made. Maybe the agony is too great, to think about how much time has passed.) His hands and mouth are tentative. His tongue and taste are a tremble. Shinji's the one whose taste makes Kaworu see white behind his eyelids. A head rush...
They break apart.] Shinji-kun. [Kaworu kisses him again.] Shinji-kun. [Kaworu kisses him again.] Shinji-kun. [Kaworu kisses him again...]
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And Kaworu even knows what it is to give a desperate kiss.
Kissing Shinji makes Kaworu feel like a clumsy child again. (Maybe he's too afraid to look at himself and see how much progress he's made. Maybe the agony is too great, to think about how much time has passed.) His hands and mouth are tentative. His tongue and taste are a tremble. Shinji's the one whose taste makes Kaworu see white behind his eyelids. A head rush...
They break apart.] Shinji-kun. [Kaworu kisses him again.] Shinji-kun. [Kaworu kisses him again.] Shinji-kun. [Kaworu kisses him again...]