[It's a gentle embrace, almost on its way to a proper hug but still missing a few little things. Shinji doesn't know how to give hugs, nor does he know how to receive them. He doesn't really have much, if any, experience with them. Kaworu's touch is light, hands a comforting weight against his back. It doesn't frighten him so much as it encourages him to press closer, face burying itself against the Angel's chest. Now Kaworu's shirt is wet or will be soon - not from river water but from the frail boy's damp face. His eyes are leaking again as he clings. Caged in by pale arms there's a faint safety he finds himself indulging in, even if the feeling is rather faint.
It isn't so much sadness now that he's crying from - there's relief mixed in there now too.]
...Did I? Did I truly make you happy?
[All he's ever wanted is praise. All he's ever wanted is approval. If just one person could be happy because of him...]
It didn't feel like the right thing to do, Kaworu-kun...I really, I didn't...
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It isn't so much sadness now that he's crying from - there's relief mixed in there now too.]
...Did I? Did I truly make you happy?
[All he's ever wanted is praise. All he's ever wanted is approval. If just one person could be happy because of him...]
It didn't feel like the right thing to do, Kaworu-kun...I really, I didn't...