The distance the angel insists on puting between them would rile Shinji if he weren’t busy navigating the feelings that have just thawed and are still thawing. Kaworu’s arms could have been spike strips, and he would have buried his face in them. “Kaworu,” he repeats. “Kaworu. Your selflessness is so irritatingly extreme, it stirs my memory. Do you know that? That’s pretty bad.” Shinji pouts into his shoulder as he dusts away cobwebs. The love he holds for him has been recovered, but the memories of events and meetings, personal and otherwise, are still lost. He puffs out his cheeks, and blows the air out over his lover… yeah, his lover’s collarbone. This is much more frustrating than forgetting everything. “Sorry about before,” he mutters.
"I see…" A gloved hand begins threading through the other boy’s dark thatch of hair. As he speaks, equal measures of rue, amusement, and tenderness thread through his voice. "Your mind may have forgotten but your heart still remembers. It still remembers how vexing I can be."
Of all the things to be remembered for… He would laugh, but the situation is still far too raw for such an action. Memories were integral to all humans, after all. So instead he contents himself with dropping his own head and pressing one pale cheek against the top of Shinji’s head.
"There’s no need for apologies. You can hardly be faulted here."