More can transpire in a single moment than in years. Truer words had never been spoken by an anime teenager who was really an angel compelled to destroy humanity. Or something. Otacon might have watched Neon Genesis Evangelion at least eleven times, but that didn't mean the plot was any more comprehensible to him.
He glanced back at Kaworu and smiled slightly, touched by the young man's perceptiveness. Even if Otacon wasn't about to unload all his burdens onto a stranger (sort of stranger, anyway), it was nice to be asked. Was this how Shinji Ikari had felt? Which... actually, was an incredibly inappropriate thought to have, wasn't it, considering Shinji's relationship to Kaworu and their decades of age difference and Kaworu's questionable maturity, not that Otacon was even thinking of the boy that way, just—
Otacon blushed bright red, and pushed his glasses more firmly into place. "I was thinking about home, that's all," he answered shortly. "Er, Kaworu, were you headed somewhere? I don't want to keep you, since I don't think it's a good idea to hang around anywhere for too long..."
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He glanced back at Kaworu and smiled slightly, touched by the young man's perceptiveness. Even if Otacon wasn't about to unload all his burdens onto a stranger (sort of stranger, anyway), it was nice to be asked. Was this how Shinji Ikari had felt? Which... actually, was an incredibly inappropriate thought to have, wasn't it, considering Shinji's relationship to Kaworu and their decades of age difference and Kaworu's questionable maturity, not that Otacon was even thinking of the boy that way, just—
Otacon blushed bright red, and pushed his glasses more firmly into place. "I was thinking about home, that's all," he answered shortly. "Er, Kaworu, were you headed somewhere? I don't want to keep you, since I don't think it's a good idea to hang around anywhere for too long..."