It was easy for Dorian to be overcome with delight, and he was very unfamiliar with what others would consider awkwardness unless someone said something outright that would put him in his place. He only ever meant well, but in his attempts, he sometimes put people off. Honestly, he didn't realize this, but he would someday.
"You too, Shinji." he said earnestly. The younger man was soft in so many ways, but there was a hardness in his eyes, whether he knew it or not. Dorian could tell. As someone who hid in bodies, eyes were the only things he could trust in one's physical form. "Nostalic, hm? It must be nice to have nostalgia for such a positive experience. I've never touched one. Would you mind if I...?"
He ran over and chased a whole pile of them around before grabbing a green one. Dorian returned to Shinji's side. "They're as light as I thought they'd be."