[ Killua can tell Gon is falling asleep. When his responses start getting slow and more whimsical (or straight-up nonsensical) it's very obvious. And very... cute.
Killua could have tried to keep him awake. He could have told Gon it's time to go back to the inn, even offered to go with him to avoid any risk of Gon conking out on the way there. But, even though he notices, Killua doesn't do any of these things.
He's a little sleepy too, warm and comfortable. And comforted, for the first time since ending up in this place. Despite the anxiety and awkwardness still underlying many of their interactions, the sense of treading on thin ice in one way or another, paradoxically Killua still feels so relieved.
If Gon had offered to go back to his own room, Killua wouldn't have stopped him. But he doesn't try to nudge him out.
For some time, as Gon sleeps, Killua just lies propped up where he was, legs stretched out alongside Gon, almost touching. He crosses his arms behind his head, at times staring aimlessly at the wall, and at other long moments just taking in Gon with soft, liquid-blue eyes. He listens to the sounds of Gon's even breaths, finds himself watching the slow, steady movement of his shoulders and chest-- up and down, slow and rhythmic, calming and familiar.
Somehow, after a long while of trying in vain to convince himself to get up and go curl up in the chair, Killua ends up slumped on the narrow bed beside his friend, eyes falling closed. ]
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Killua could have tried to keep him awake. He could have told Gon it's time to go back to the inn, even offered to go with him to avoid any risk of Gon conking out on the way there. But, even though he notices, Killua doesn't do any of these things.
He's a little sleepy too, warm and comfortable. And comforted, for the first time since ending up in this place. Despite the anxiety and awkwardness still underlying many of their interactions, the sense of treading on thin ice in one way or another, paradoxically Killua still feels so relieved.
If Gon had offered to go back to his own room, Killua wouldn't have stopped him. But he doesn't try to nudge him out.
For some time, as Gon sleeps, Killua just lies propped up where he was, legs stretched out alongside Gon, almost touching. He crosses his arms behind his head, at times staring aimlessly at the wall, and at other long moments just taking in Gon with soft, liquid-blue eyes. He listens to the sounds of Gon's even breaths, finds himself watching the slow, steady movement of his shoulders and chest-- up and down, slow and rhythmic, calming and familiar.
Somehow, after a long while of trying in vain to convince himself to get up and go curl up in the chair, Killua ends up slumped on the narrow bed beside his friend, eyes falling closed. ]