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[forevalone]

...Come lay down with me then? At least look at me, Kaworu-kun.

[paraclete]

[First, Kaworu shuts his eyes, and he lingers in his avoidance for a few moments more. Then he does what Shinji wants, and turns his head to look at the other boy. Properly, even.

Mankind has created works of art for thousands of years. Outside, through the windows of the Neheda, there are so many stars that it's incomprehensible, and they shine in vast existence. Even the splay of colors resonating from Guf was a miraculous thing. Regardless, Shinji is the most beautiful thing Kaworu's ever seen. It's incredible to be able to look at the curve of his face, to see the blue (brown) of his eyes. The weight of his heart that makes itself known in the quiver of the muscles around his mouth. It's all astonishing. Kaworu's honestly privileged to be able to stare — and he does stare.

He says quietly,] All right.

[forevalone]

<sub>[Kaworu looks at him, stares at him, and he finds himself a little more at ease. It's only then does he part their fingers, moving to climb up into his bunk, ushering for Kaworu to follow. There's certainly enough space for the two of them and with the shutter closed once they're inside, Shinji hopes it'll be cozy.

He gives a little pat to the mattress, as one would to beckon a dog or cat over to join them.]</sub>

[paraclete]

[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.

It smells like Shinji.]

[forevalone]

<sub>[As Kaworu lays down, Shinji reaches over to shut the two of them into the bunk. Now it really is just them and nothing else. Like this, the two of them can forget for a little while everything else around them.

Kaworu looks exhausted as he finds himself settled. Shinji joins him, head down on a pillow as he lays on his side.]</sub>

It's okay, Kaworu-kun. We're okay.

[paraclete]

You're okay? [It's a quiet question, but he's desperate for the confirmation. That's all he needs — just let Shinji be okay.]

[forevalone]

Yeah...I'm okay. You're here with me, so I'm okay.

[paraclete]

["You're here with me, so I'm okay." Probably, that should make Kaworu feel better.

...

He doesn't regret doing what needed to be done. He doesn't. Yet...]

If you're okay, it's all okay.

[forevalone]

...But are you okay?

[paraclete]

It's all okay. [He can even smile when he says this, eyes closed.]

[forevalone]

<sub>[It's not really the answer Shinji wanted to hear, but at least Kaworu seems to be smiling this time. Timidly he reaches out with a hand to set it upon the other boy's cheek.

He'll just have to take Kaworu's word for it.]</sub>

[paraclete]

[The contact against his face is unexpected. Kaworu opens his eyes again right away. He's greeted with a sight so lovely that it both pillows and rends his heart. Shinji's human warmth is such a comfort, and it's humbling to be offered such a thing. Kaworu lifts one of his own hands, setting it atop Shinji's, over his own face.]

Thank you.

[forevalone]

You don't need to thank me.

_{[Really, he's done nothing worthy of thanks. Not recently anyway.]}

[paraclete]

I do. I want you to know it. You're... [It's so nice to be touching. To be resting. Kaworu deserves neither of those things, yet Shinji offers them. He feels swaddled in cotton. He feels like the moon swinging in orbit, and Shinji is the Earth, filled with the potential to be bursting with life. Kaworu remembers looking down at planet Earth. He'd like to have seen it when it was still blue.]

Inside of me, [he says,] there's an opera. It's carrying on loudly and fantastically. You composed the whole thing. Your voice lends to every role.

[forevalone]

_{[There's a soft, faint little laugh as Shinji smiles back at the Angel laying beside him. An opera?]}

I don't think it'd be very good then, if I sang every part. I'm not the greatest singer.

[paraclete]

No, your voice is beautiful. You're beautiful.

[Shinji's laugh set all of Kaworu's nerves alight at once, and now he's suspended in clouds, getting progressively closer to the stars. He watches Shinji's face with awfully soft eyes. He wants to see Shinji develop laugh lines and crow's feet.]

[forevalone]

You...you always say that.

_{[It's embarrassing, evidenced by the pink hue of his cheeks and averted eyes. He still doesn't know how to take such a compliment. One wonders if he ever will.]}

[paraclete]

I want you to know it. [Sasuke had given him legitimately good advice, and he means to utilize it. Make sure he realizes how important he is. Yeah, that's definitely something Kaworu wants.] What you mean to me — it's immeasurable. I've realized that all along, it's been you. Everything has led up to meeting you.

[forevalone]

I just...I don't know how someone like me can be so important to someone like you. It's strange, isn't it? No one...cared about me for me except you, Kaworu-kun...why is that?

[paraclete]

I can't fathom why others didn't value your heart. I don't know, Shinji-kun. I don't know how anyone could leave you be. [Once Kaworu fell in love, there was just no going back. By now, it's been a long time, and his fervent love for Shinji is how Kaworu defines himself. What was it like before? Nihilistic. Was there anything? He was only a wretched child.]

"Someone like me." What does that mean?

[forevalone]

_{[He shifts a little on the bed, gaze still averted. All people ever did was leave him be, at least until he'd been befriended by Toji and Kensuke. Misato in her own way had cared, somewhat, but she was also messed up in a slew of ways. No one really wanted him unless they could use him. He was a discarded, unwanted child.]}

Worthless, Kaworu-kun.

[paraclete]

[Kaworu takes his hand away from Shinji's, and lays it at the other boy's cheek. Now their bodies mirror each other.]

You're living. No matter what happens, nothing will change the fact that you've truly existed. You've met other people, and other people have met you. You've learned things. You've done things. You've felt things. You've spent almost fifteen years becoming the person you are now. How is that not worthwhile?

[Naturally this is hypocritical, but his words aren't empty. Even in his exhaustion, his words are weighty with everything in his heart.]

There is nothing to me that has more worth than you.

[forevalone]

Because I haven't become anything worthwhile, Kaworu-kun...

_{[How could he not see it? How could he just blindly love him and not see any of his glaring faults? How could he excuse them? Not even his personality is very good.]}

[paraclete]

You have become you, and you will become you in other ways.

[Selfishly, though insisting to himself that it's for Shinji's sake, Kaworu moves his fingers into Shinji's hair.]

What kind of person do you want to become, Shinji-kun? What qualities do you want to have?

[forevalone]

_{[He's not used to fingers in his hair, but it isn't unpleasant. Kaworu's presence is comforting. Everything about him is.]}

I...I want to be a good person. Someone people can depend on. Someone people like. I want to be strong and smart and quick and tall...but I'll never be the last bit because I'll never grow up.