[There's a chance, and not a slim one, that Paul falls back on touch so often between them because it's a simpler method of communication than language. He nuzzles the delicate skin of Kaworu's palm before he turns to seal a swift kiss to his lips, closed mouthed and gentle.
He has so many things he wants to convey. He still doesn't have the words. (Or he does; he just doesn't know how to use them.)]
I believe you.
[He'd question almost anyone else. He'd hold himself back. But he does believe Kaworu, because he believes in Kaworu, like an inevitability.]
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He has so many things he wants to convey. He still doesn't have the words. (Or he does; he just doesn't know how to use them.)]
I believe you.
[He'd question almost anyone else. He'd hold himself back. But he does believe Kaworu, because he believes in Kaworu, like an inevitability.]