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There's an abandoned part of the city that Kaworu is fond of. Well, all parts of Tokyo-3 were abandoned, really. That's just what happens when the entire human race defaults back to a primordial soup type substance.

But he likes this particular block, in no small part than because it has a useful pharmacy right underneath a useful clinic. Of course there are no pharmacists, no nurses and no doctor, but this doesn't trouble him any. Kaworu knows how to take care of himself with the resources offered to him.

But at the moment, he needs to take care of someone else. He's led Miharu all the way from the beach and now it's time to look at that shoulder. All he really needs is the pharmacy, today.

"Sorry it's messy," Kaworu says, as he leads the way in. "That's kinda what happens after the apocalypse."

Heh.

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"You're letting me."

Really now.

"Are you going to do something that I shouldn't let you do?"

Ooooh, challenge!

"Nothing more than you have just done," Miharu says vaguely.

The confessions... the truth... honestly, likely allowing himself to be punched...

Ideas are forming in Miharu's head, soon he will make something of them.

Siiiilence.

And perhaps a raised eyebrow, as well. Kaworu really doesn't have anything to go on, here.

He will have something to go on now, as Miharu does something he has never done before.

Miharu kisses him.

Perhaps it seems mild compared to all the other things they have gone through with each other, towards each other or apart. It is the first time he has done that to anyone, really; all the neuroses involved has prevented him before. Therefore it is a higher compliment than it may seem.

For once, Miharu feels entirely confident in dealing it.

That may or may not have made this player shriek like a little girl.

Thankfully, Kaworu is not prone to that sort of thing. It doesn't matter, to him, whether or not he has been kissed before. Somehow the experience makes him feel novice all over again, which is... not an unwelcome feeling.

Maybe this is an effect of the painkiller (and if so, Kaworu can convince him it was a hallucination) or maybe Miharu actually meant it. He doesn't know yet. All he knows is what he does, and in that, Kaworu can only concentrate on the act. He kisses Miharu himself, when the first kiss is over, just to make sure he stays there.

Of course Miharu is not objecting to that. Nor is he having the split-second regrets. No: in a way, it feels like this has been coming for a long time,

whatever it is.

"What does this mean?" he finds himself asking, when he has the chance. Miharu may have been the one to start it, but he has absolutely no clue what 'it' is.

"I think," Kaworu says, pauses over his own words, and then tries again. "I think maybe it means that I should be asking you out for a date."

How incredibly normal.

"Oh," Miharu says, with a slight hint of a smile. "Okay."

How incredibly normal.

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