Billy doesn't understand. How can the other boy he hardly knows be so full of compassion and ready to give it? He's obviously practicing what he preaches, and Billy is grateful for the comfort, though the curiosity inside him is almost never satisfied.
But he believes Kaworu anyway, and Billy's mouth turns up into a fragile but genuine smile. He simply looks up and absorbs for a few moments, then resumes his questioning.
"How do you know what to say so well? Were you employed as a therapist wherever you were last?"
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Billy doesn't understand. How can the other boy he hardly knows be so full of compassion and ready to give it? He's obviously practicing what he preaches, and Billy is grateful for the comfort, though the curiosity inside him is almost never satisfied.
But he believes Kaworu anyway, and Billy's mouth turns up into a fragile but genuine smile. He simply looks up and absorbs for a few moments, then resumes his questioning.
"How do you know what to say so well? Were you employed as a therapist wherever you were last?"