[there's so much to be caught off guard by in Kaworu's answer that Nageki doesn't do anything at all, watching Kaworu in a speechless and unmoving stupor. it's in moments like these that Nageki realizes most strongly that he still doesn't know how to react in a correct manner when it comes to forming new friendships; at best, they just sort of -- fall into his lap, whether he wants them to or not. more often than otherwise it tends to be the latter, but that was before Nageki understood that this is what he needs, and having friends that care about him is much more important than the bothers they might cause at the same time.
so. how does he go about trying to express that he wants to be friends with Kaworu as well, instead of brushing him off? his eyes dart towards Kaworu's fingers brushing his hand, but no matter how forcefully he tries to convince himself to do something back his hand stays completely and confusedly still. it's so strange to have anyone able to touch him even now, and to feel it so strongly... what is he meant to do back? is he supposed to do something back?
but he can't just stay silent, at the very least. it's a struggle not to sound cold out of pure nervousness, and his voice still comes out just a bit flimsy, but for Nageki it's enough of an attempt to be significant by itself.]
...Alright then, K-- Kaworu. I would like that.
[his eyes finally move away from their hands and back to Kaworu's face, wondering -- should he ask Kaworu to call him by his name, as well? he used to feel a hint of discomfort that so many of his friends did so so quickly, but... it's not a bother, he thinks. if anything, it's nice to know that he can consider himself mutually friendly enough with someone to do that.]
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so. how does he go about trying to express that he wants to be friends with Kaworu as well, instead of brushing him off? his eyes dart towards Kaworu's fingers brushing his hand, but no matter how forcefully he tries to convince himself to do something back his hand stays completely and confusedly still. it's so strange to have anyone able to touch him even now, and to feel it so strongly... what is he meant to do back? is he supposed to do something back?
but he can't just stay silent, at the very least. it's a struggle not to sound cold out of pure nervousness, and his voice still comes out just a bit flimsy, but for Nageki it's enough of an attempt to be significant by itself.]
...Alright then, K-- Kaworu. I would like that.
[his eyes finally move away from their hands and back to Kaworu's face, wondering -- should he ask Kaworu to call him by his name, as well? he used to feel a hint of discomfort that so many of his friends did so so quickly, but... it's not a bother, he thinks. if anything, it's nice to know that he can consider himself mutually friendly enough with someone to do that.]
"Nageki" is just fine for me, as well.