Hey. [He lifts one hand in greeting, and then slips it back into his pocket.] We meet again, Shinji-kun. [After all, he promised that much.]

Will you come out, or should I come in? Here; I'll come to you. You don't look well. [But when Kaworu steps forward, his shoes don't meet the water: he hangs just above the rippling surface, and moves fluidly towards Shinji. Now, his arms are outstretched, palms flat, waiting to take Shinji's hands and help him. Perhaps he's a little too relaxed— something like this might be gentle enough to be rough.] Here.