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(specify format in your subject line, pls! gon tries his best to get back to people promptly and generally does, but is prone to distraction and isn't a lover of technology...)
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[Gon leans back, despite how he just wants to tuck against that comfy little shell between Killua's neck and shoulder forever, and he gives Killua a wide-eyed blink. Gon pauses, his eyebrows lifted, eyes searching over Killua. Gon, too, is momentarily distracted—in looking for an answer, he notices Killua's demeanor... there's tells, from the subtle ways his body is tense, to the way he smells, to his expression... but while Gon picks up on the tells, he doesn't know what they're pointing towards.
so he lets it go.]
Was I...
[Gon feels a little hesitant, because the dream was so traumatic—and it couldn't be, right? it would be the craziest coincidence—did that even happen? to that extent?]
...Was I in the hospital?
Like...back then...
[Gon feels anxious immediately; if he's wrong, he brought up that terrible memory for no reason, and Killua was already upset enough to be in tears when he got here, when Gon had never even see him cry before. what a shitty gamble. but it feels necessary to ask...]
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The 'guess' is too accurate, and yet he's not... exactly surprised. He'd had a feeling, after Gon said he'd had a bad dream too. Still, it makes his shoulders tense uncomfortably, the butterflies in his stomach turning sick and twisted.
He swallows roughly, throat like sandpaper. ]
...yeah.
You saw it too, didn't you?
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Killua!
[he's processing the information at the same time as enacting his physical impulses, and he tucks his head back in that comforting nook, chin dimpling and lip stiff as he holds back the second wave of tears. he doesn't want to let them fall. if they can be held back past this well of emotions, they'll stay back.
he nuzzles there, letting out a shaky breath, his forehead all knotted from how his brows slant back. it could be a coincidence, right? but Killua mentioned the Bond felt strange, and maybe that had been why Gon had picked up his phone in the first place, without realizing. in his gut, he senses that they shared that dream. and everything they said... it wasn't like people were perfectly in line with their own thinking in dreams, but...]
I didn't know it was like that... that I was like that. I know I've already said it a hundred times, but...
[Gon's leaning into his hug onto Killua, his unguligrade legs extending somewhat.]
I know I've said it too many times already, but I'm sorry.
I hope you really don't think that stuff...
[Gon's memory is becoming increasingly less precise on the details of the conversation, but he definitely knows that Killua was down on his worth—hence Gon's message in the first place.]
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[ When Gon throws his arms around him, Killua catches him in shock, bracing his weight more as Gon leans in, holding tight.
After a moment, Killua manages to lift his arms up and around him in return. It takes some courage, a little push on his part to do it, but then...
Then, he wraps his arms tight around Gon's back, squeezing hard.
It takes him a second. That stuff? He doesn't know what Gon means at first. He's still stuck on the apology, the first one that means Gon really understands (at least on the surface). Killua just wants to keep squeezing his warm, sturdy and healthy body against his chest right now. ]
I- I don't remember, Gon. I don't know. It was a dream.
I know you're sorry.
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he feels comforted by the closeness, though—and Killua's scent is always a balm.
as anticipated, Gon feels his wave of upset begin to subside. his posture becomes a bit less leaned so heavily into Killua, but he keeps tucked against him—and peers back up at him like before, keeping close. Gon doesn't want to let go—Killua's tight hold feels so nice.
but the truth is, Gon just wants to resume this somewhere more comfortable.]
Well... Since you're here, do you want any water or anything? Or food? Before sleep?
[at the least, after a horrible dream like that, and seeing how upset Killua was... he wants to take care of him! and surely, Killua wants the comfort, too; he had the same awful dream, and he came to Gon. he trusts it was genuinely to check on Gon, but... when a person is hurting, it's natural to want a friend or family around.]
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But Gon helps.
Since they Bonded, physical contact between them has felt easier, more natural. Not long ago, Killua wouldn't have been able to bring himself to hold Gon like this, nor for this long, but now he doesn't really have the capacity to be thinking of that. He just wants to stay here. He can't even be embarrassed.
Gon's question finally pulls Killua back somewhat. Slowly, he loosens his grip, taking a deep breath to let out in a soft exhale as he lets his arms drop away and takes a step back. ]
...sure. A glass of water sounds good.
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Okay.
[and Gon trots off into his kitchen, but he touches Killua's wrist before he does, indicating he'd like for Killua to follow—and after he fills up a couple of glasses, he hands one to Killua, and somehow, the ends of his fingertips tickle the flesh of Killua's wrist again, his tail lifting for the first time since Killua had arrived. it's not abrupt, but it subtly curls somewhat upright, indicating unconsciously that Gon's maybe feeling a bit less emotionally ragged unbeknownst to him.
Gon sort of tilts his head while making eye contact with Killua, but in a way that seems to be a gesture towards his room, eyes rolled in that direction in that movement... and then they fall back on Killua again.]
Um...
[or maybe he only looked that way subconsciously, because he's still thinking.]
Do you wanna come to my bed?
[well fuck okay]
I don't mind setting up the guest mattress, but it's already late, and...
[Gon's cheeks pick up a little heat, actually feeling a little bashful (for once) in his own brazenness. but whatever, contact between them was more normal than ever! semi regular! and they were both feeling so sore, emotionally.]
...and you being close would be nice, if you're okay with it... Your scent really calms me down.
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--and he nearly spits the water back out at Gon's fucking phrasing.
Killua's head snaps up, eyes widening. His cheeks light up instantly. ]
O-oh. [ His pink tongue flicks over his bottom lip for a moment, the rim of the cup still half obscuring his face. ]
I... It would be nice. If it'll help you calm down too...
[ he can't even pretend right now it's solely for Gon's sake. ]
Yeah, there's room for both of us. Why not?
[ he knows why not....... ]
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it's heartening, and makes Gon's tail lift gradually along with his ears, blinking—and then he smiles, seeming delighted despite his puffy pink undereyes.]
Yeah!!
[Gon's tail sways a bit, shaking its tension loose.]
The beds they give us are kinda big anyway, right? I was thinking about that.
[Gon has also considered that it's probably because it's not unusual to assume that many beds are likely to have pairs in them... Gon's felt resentfully envious of adults many times, and that realization was one of them. but that's a secret Gon can and will keep to himself.
Gon begins to walk, turning to glance briefly over his shoulder to indicate he wants Killua's follow—and once Killua's in his stride, Gon resists the urge to take Killua's hand again, and he leads Killua to his room.
and once inside, Gon stiffens up, fussily trotting to the side of his bed to flip his pillowcase, remembering abruptly that it's...well, drenched with his tears. Killua had seen Gon's messy, teary face, but somehow, a wet pillowcase was more embarrassing.
—then, Gon... neats up his covers, pushing them this way and that to make a cozy enclave to accommodate Killua, scooching his spare pillow into its proper place (previously clutched in Gon's sleep, before it became a fitful nightmare). seeming satisfied, Gon settles on his knees on his own side (not yet having realized they both seem to have preferred sides already), peering at Killua. his tail curls in front of his knees, bristles settling by his thin ankles.
Gon smiles, unable to help the nervous little laugh that comes out of him.]
There. Should be comfier now.
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[ Killua can't help but smile slightly at Gon's reassurances, watching his body language relaxing too -- including the new parts of him, ears and tail shifting position according to Gon's moods, adorably. The way his ears relax and his tail perks up makes Killua feel a little better too, for some reason.
He'll give Gon a minute to make his bed, not indicating outwardly that he'd noticed Gon rushing to neaten up the sheets and pillow. For the moment, Killua ducks into the adjoined bathroom to splash a bit of water on his face, taking the time to calm down fully. He avoids looking in the mirror, though. And he keeps glancing at Gon, having left the door open so they can see each other.
Yes, Killua's definitely relieved that Gon wants him to stay.
He kicks his shoes off before crawling into bed. Technically, Killua's still in his own pajamas, though they might not be entirely clean after he ran here. ]
Got any pajamas I can borrow? Mine got kinda rained on... or maybe it was more like late-night fog.
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but it's exciting every time.
to Killua's question, Gon straightens, then hastily jumps to his feet off the bed--or his body language says that he's ready to do all that, and he catches himself, instead carefully getting onto his hooves.]
Yeah, one second...
[Gon goes to his dresser, rummaging about after throwing open a drawer, and he trots back to Killua, offering him a neatly folded and clean pajama set, beaming.]
I washed these yesterday! And I can wash yours tomorrow.
[Gon will probably want to be sure Killua has his own clean set to take back home, tomorrow... and Gon will just conveniently keep the set that Killua's slept in. the fabrics are nice and clean, so probably not a lot of scents will taint Killua's......]
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The feeling makes Killua's cheeks heat up in silent embarrassment over something he'd never say aloud, so he quickly grabs them and then ducks into the bathroom to get changed with a mumbled okay, sounds good, thanks! before he disappears.
He needs to calm down. He needs to catch his breath, calm the fuck down, and stop being so weird around Gon before Gon notices something is off. And before his body decides to get embarrassingly excited in what's soon to be close proximity.
Reemerging slightly more composed and in the clean pajamas, Killua drapes his damp clothes over a chair. He'd throw them in a corner, but Gon has scolded him enough times about that. ]
Wash 'em whenever. It's not like it's urgent.
[ Certainly not now, though. Not that anyone was suggesting that.
Now, Killua wants to crawl into bed and just... be close. Even if it causes him embarrassment.
The bed dips under his weight as he pulls back the covers and wriggles under with a little shiver and an exaggerated brrr noise meant more to get Gon closer than anything else. ]
Man, it's been getting cold at night. We should figure out how to get heating. Magitech or something, I guess?
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so without any direct indication needed, Gon does indeed immediately wiggle close to Killua once he eagerly arranges himself beneath the covers. and Gon ends up quite close—maybe just an inch or two between them as he lays on his side, and the bristles and fur of his inwardly curled tail tickling across their legs, Gon's hands at tense, fisted rest between their shoulders. of course, Gon wants to latch himself onto Killua properly—to just comfortably sling his limbs across his friend and to soak in all of his warmth, but Gon's going to at least try to ease into that. it's not like they haven't had full contact snuggling before, but... Gon's still just a mite cautious.
to Killua's conversational opener, Gon bites his tongue to keep himself from suggesting they could just do this all the time instead. the colder it got, the closer they'd simply have to get!]
Maybe...
[Gon's response is of course a little bit distracted, his wide, dark eyes fixed on Killua, taking in detailed, appreciating inventory of his face and other features... even though he sees Killua basically every day. it just never gets tiresome, nor does it cease putting butterflies in his belly, just as it does now.]
Does your place not have a fireplace? Next time, I'll make a fire...
[for now, it's too convenient a reason to glue close.
wait. shit. Gon said "next time," didn't he.
well... as it stands, it's not like insinuating this would probably happen again isn't all that strange. they've cuddled plenty of times in this very bed, and sometimes recently, without the need for a good excuse... flimsy ones have been just fine. as Gon considers his words, his heart begins to race.]
...But...this is nice, too...
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[ It's very nice, in fact.
For now, Killua will use the excuse of the bad dreams and the need to keep close because of their Bond. But next time, if he needs to pretend he doesn't know how to start the fire in his own fireplace to get Gon to come over and want to share warmth... well, he's not above that, either.
In the meantime, the closeness helps. He's too emotionally exhausted from everything to even pretend otherwise, and so after a moment, Killua tucks his arm underneath Gon's pillow and settles in next to him, closing his eyes. ]