There it goes. Shinji's expression brightens once he realizes the ball isn't going to murder this batter in front of a live crowd, and then falls once he sees that it's. Still going.

And going.

And gone.

His eyes follow it over the edge of the stadium wall, his mouth hanging agape until his brain processes what's happening. All eyes are on Kaworu now, for better or for worse. No, definitely worse.

Shinji's jaw clamps shut as his head falls into his hands. He mumbles under his breath. "Well, now we can never go out in public ever again."