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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. ]