Ah … that’s wonderful, Anonymous. Simply amazing.
You certainly have a way with words.
I’ve experienced quite a number of things, Anonymous.
Kaworu sits as instructed and holds his hands together in his lap, arms surrounding his head. In truth, he’s a bit envious that a version of himself would have this. Something to come home to. For the first time, he realizes he has nothing but his head now. Though having his head is better than…not having it, he supposes.
When the other returns, he closes his eyes at the contact, then looks up. His body settles into the couch and braces himself for what will most likely feel at least a little disgusting.
With a clean, damp washcloth, Kaworu leans in and begins simply wiping around his alternate’s neck. He is as gentle as he can possibly be, and even moreso as he cleans closer to the actual wound. It’s a mess, honestly, and he’s absolutely terrified of somehow hurting the other boy and making it worse.
When his skin is clean, Kaworu sets the washcloth aside and reveals a pair of tweezers. He lays a hand on the body’s chest, hoping that he contact will be comforting as he picks out the various things that might have settled in his open wound. With a delicacy almost inhuman, he delves in, carefully picking out small bits of sand and whatever else is in there, taking care to wipe the tweezers off periodically.
“Are you still feeling okay … ?” He murmurs, peering into the neck wound, and setting the tweezers aside.
“I’m afraid I’m going to need to clean the head’s end, now.”
[As soon as Shinji returns his attention to Kaworu, the baby seizes his index finger in a tiny fist and brings it to his mouth, gumming on it intently. He squeaks in surprise.]
I’m lucky he’s not teething, I guess. Babies have very sharp teeth at first.
I’m glad you’re happy, too. It’s comforting to see that there’s at least one other universe where you’re allowed to live a full, peaceful life. I just got a little overwhelmed for a second.
[His cheeks turn rosy and a small smile spreads across his face at the thought of being able to spend more time with Minoru.]
R-really? I would love that — and I’m sure Kaworu would too!
[ Shinji’s casual comment comes as a surprise to Kaworu — he still has a lot to learn about babies. ]
They are … ? I had no idea … do they become dull on their own? Do I have to file them down? Perhaps something to chew on, like a dog.
[ He taps his chin, obviously overthinking, and stares his currently toothless child down. It wouldn’t be good if his teeth were sharp enough for him to hurt himself, so unless they dulled on their own then something would probably have to be done about it. Shinji’s bright smile snaps him out of his trance, though, and he returns it with enthusiasm. ]
I see. Of course, our door is always open to you and yours.
Do you feel stuck?
I think Nagisa feels that way, too. His White Day gift to me was a marble nightingale, and I got the feeling from one of our conversations he was getting tired of shunting back and forth between worlds.
So, don’t think you’re alone, Kaworu.
No, really … I’m perfectly okay. I was just thinking aloud, is all.
Have you tried asking him about that? It seems like it would be tedious, moving all the time, but he’s a little different from me, so I can’t speak for him.
Thank you, Shinji. I truly appreciate that.
Deep thoughts on movie credits?
Something like that.
Shinji, have you ever wondered about what kind of lives birds must have? Being able to freely soar wherever they feel they need to go …
Sometimes, I think it might be nice to be a bird.