[Those are very elegant and gentle words coming from someone who looks about Belthazar's age. He's quiet as he takes them in aside from the softest noise of surprise. The elf's eyes close halfway, obscuring some of their green glow. A true sign of guilt... and that Kaworu's hit home.

There was a time where he refused to talk to anyone. Once he would throw furniture and break things simply because of a bad day, but now he trusts a little more. He hasn't been hurt since he began to.]

... It seems silly, but I still flinch when someone touches me. [He twists a bit of hair around his fingers, half-obscuring his mouth.] I was untouchable for so long.

Whoever it is you care about is fortunate to have someone who understands them.