"Good morning, Kaworu." Yoite's more used to talking again, now. A little more willing to do it. That doesn't make him talkative, per se, but then, he never was.
He'd be relieved to know that his presence was a comfort, whether it be the change in temperature or otherwise - something draws him to Kaworu, and he wants to return the favor. That's just how he is. (Sora's sweet nature never really left him. It's just been quelled due to years of abuse. That's what happens to beautiful children, sometimes.)
After a moment more of watching, Yoite approaches the bed, until he's only a foot and a half away. The light shines through him. He's still getting used to depth perception, too. Yes, that's why he came closer.
It's not that easy to convince himself of that, for some reason.
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Date: 2009-11-02 06:22 pm (UTC)He'd be relieved to know that his presence was a comfort, whether it be the change in temperature or otherwise - something draws him to Kaworu, and he wants to return the favor. That's just how he is. (Sora's sweet nature never really left him. It's just been quelled due to years of abuse. That's what happens to beautiful children, sometimes.)
After a moment more of watching, Yoite approaches the bed, until he's only a foot and a half away. The light shines through him. He's still getting used to depth perception, too. Yes, that's why he came closer.
It's not that easy to convince himself of that, for some reason.