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[Kaworu is ten thousand suns--undeniably--he knows that much, too. He had to practice all that expanse. He had to learn, and it was hard... he learned to temper himself from immediate obliteration to something easier to admire. Something worthy of exploration, over a too-hot neediness, eating everything too quickly and without savoring the potential to be loved. But aside from all those suns, Kaworu can be a cooler thing, something soothing in its contact. A mark of dawn, but not blinding. The essence of mist over a lake, more like.

He turns his face up toward the sky, and he shuts his eyes. It's not for the brightness, but just to enjoy it. He does it just for the sake of joy. In his voice, there are the suns, and there is the morning mist:] When we're together, I want to try new things. Yeah. When we're together, it feels good, to try new things. It feels safer to do that. [It didn't, before. Something new could spell disaster. Kaworu thinks he must have stumbled into true bravery, in all these shared small adventures.] Every time a new thing feels good, I learn something. So it surely counts.

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[And Shinji feels a little too much like young sunflowers, always turning to face the sun--or the suns, as the case may be. He's seeking more warmth when he looks at Kaworu, and when Kaworu is looking up at the sky, radiant in his pleasure. Shinji wonders what it's like to smile as often as Kaworu does. He has to wonder who or what made Kaworu smile for the first time, especially when there's really never been all that much to smile about. Maybe it was something as simple as some flowers in a field, as bright as anything, greeting a brand-new day. They've both dreamt of lush, thriving, flower-swept planets of unexplored origin, haven't they?]

Yeah, it... [It feels good. It does feel good.] Yeah, I think so, too. Okay, then... [He's feeling better about the recipe idea, now that he has Kaworu's express approval. Biting at the corner of his lips, he glances over his shoulder in the direction of more stalls and more storefronts. They're a colorful sight, lined up one after another, all eager to be patronized.] I might've seen a bookstore back that way somewhere. I was gonna ask if we could stop in before we left, but we can just start with that, instead.

[Even at the periphery, he's searching for more of Kaworu's approval. Always, always searching.]