Kaworu's hand curled under and around hers and squeezes. His pale, translucent palm was soft and warm.

There was only one reason she'd think it was unfair: if she wanted Kaworu's attention for herself.

He leaned in closer to her. Carefully, slowly, not wanting to startle her, he brought his free hand up to touch her cheek again, like before they were interrupted earlier.

"I don't want to hurt you," he mumbled to himself.

Both her and Shinji needed love... but if he loved them both, as he wanted to, as he knew he could... it would hurt them and drive them apart even more. How miserable it is to be a Lilim.