He felt the warm weight of a hand against his shoulder, through the cloth of the baggy shirt. He tensed for a moment and then slowly tried to relax, shoulders dropping. His breathing was still erratic, still scared, as he glanced up and down the hallway. Was something about to come out of the shadows? Was this entire place about to become nothing more then the fevered dreams of his imagination? Or was this just more anguish piled onto everything he'd already dealt with? He shuddered and drew in on himself - and a bit closer to Kaworu, hovering near the only constant in his world.

"...I... y-yes. I just want to know what's going on."

He could swear he saw something move, his own shadow, something just not quite right - but he was probably just seeing things.