A moment of silence where you can practically taste the question marks above Kaworu’s head. He slowly obliges Conan and kneels down into his knees.
“Usted dice que está enfermo, pero …” He flattens out his palm and offers the hankie to the li’l detective in what he can assume is a more formal manner of presentation. Tilting his head, he can’t help but wonder… well, what Conan’s deal is. He understands English perfectly well, so there should be no confusion on his end, however…
Hmm. How curious. He lifts his hand and the napkin up closer to Conan’s nose as some means to test the water.
No no no, Conan wasn’t sick at all! Oh no, why did the albino misunderstand? Well, not like the young boy knew he did.
As soon as Kaworu came closer, Conan ignored the napkin and pressed his face into the other’s chest instead. He wrapped his arms around Kaworu to hug him.
Yeah. You got hugged by a 6-year-old. Hi.
