[ it's enough. it doesn't have to be that he really forgets, just as long as he plays along. alois nestles against him, expelling air again, and then brings kaworu's hand up to rest the back of it against his lips, and lets his eyes slide shut. ]
Good. [ a murmur against skin. another sigh, then he traces the backs of his own nails lightly on the inside of his arm, from wrist to elbow, up and down, up and down. Good.