Billy's apparently heightened neurosis doesn't escape his attention. Kaworu remembers the state of his garage well; all this tidiness feels a bit unlike him, although it's hard to say having never seen how he was before.

Trying to keep things comfortable and casual, he wanders over to his bed and plops down onto it, his hands sinking into the surface of the comforter.

"Does it feel strange to be back?" he asks quietly. His red eyes shift over to him with a curious radiance.