[ There's something about the way he presses his lips and stares back at Misato that's very - boyish, really, like he has no clue what to do with this entirely new, entirely weird situation. No one's grabbed his shoulders to make sure he understood a point without being aggressive about it. It's always one of two approaches, actually: overly careful, even gentle, or threatening in some shape or form.
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Never just. This. ]
... You're so weird.