"Tell me what you're thinking. Tell me everything you're feeling. I want to know I want to know."
Every time Kaworu speaks it's surreal like he's whispering a prose or words that came from the belly of a dying god. He's ethereal, he's unnerving. Shinji prays Zeus never realizes one of his own is missing.
"I'm scared of... how you make me feel."
"What do you feel, what do you feel?"
"Scared."
"True!" he beams and Shinji basks. "What else?"
He lets out a shaky laugh. Everything's suddenly too hot, too cold. He's sinking and disappearing; he's never felt more alive. "I feel... I feel anxious.I feel... warm?"
Kaowru touches him and the sensation of his cool hand against Shinji's flushed cheek makes them want to curl into himself, into his core, and burst into flames.
Kaworu laughs at the mess Shinji's become. The boy was only ever a ball of anxiety and neurosis, but now he's on fire. He leans in closer and Shinji questions the existence of continents and planets and space. The boy is merciless.
"You're warm."
"Why would I lie?"
"Would you lie?"
"Never."
"Never."
The exchange leaves him breathless, he doesn't know who said what. He can't remember. He can't remember anything. Everything's blurry and the only thing he can focus on is the Kaworu's soft hand still pressed against his cheek, and the way his entire body is screaming to move, to move closer.