Shinji was worried. He'd been waiting for a while - Kaworu still hadn't arrived. He didn't know why and as always his insecurities had begun to flare up. Maybe he'd changed his mind. Maybe he didn't really want to see Shinji. Maybe he'd simply been hallucinating the whole thing. Shinji glanced down the darkened hallway, flashlight dangling from his hand. He didn't paticularly want to go out - what if he and Kaworu missed each other? On the other hand, what if something had happened to Kaworu?
He could not fathom the idea that Kaworu would simply turn away from him, despite his own insecurities. He'd been too focused on Shinji, too intent, too sincere for even Shinji's doubts to chase away. Shinji gnawed on his lower lip for a moment, internal debate raging. Should he go looking for him? Should he stay? Reluctantly and with a huge effort of will, he tugged away from the wall next to his door and clicked on his flashlight. He had to find Kaworu. He couldn't just spend the night wondering and worrying. If something had happened to him and Shinji did nothing, he'd never forgive himself. Not after Toji. Not after everything.
He set off into the darkness, still hoping that Kaworu would turn the corner at any minute.
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