[Gon feels his heartbeat unexpectedly spike from the reciprocation of the hug—and then in his mind, he holds a scolding finger to himself. did he not trust Killua, or something? why was he surprised that they still got along? why was he surprised Killua wanted to see him later? why is he surprised his best friend is hugging him back?
Gon thinks it's all probably more from his own guilt and a lack of trust in his own ability to be delicate, his own terror for his bad actions, but he finds himself annoyed at his own reactions. which is maybe a step in the right direction, frankly. Gon's hands cease their clutching, and instead smooth out with fingers splayed, the wide flat of his palms against Killua's scapula as his muscles untense.
and as if on cue, there is still a little burble of anxiety as Killua slides back—he doesn't resist, or even mind, but once their contact is severed—
oh. their plans are...still on. and Killua somehow doesn't seem annoyed, or embarrassed beyond belief, or upset in some deeper, more difficult way Gon probably wouldn't have the grace to handle. Gon's shoulders slack with a little sigh, and he mirrors the light, sort of lopsided smile.]
Mm! See you later!
[Gon nods, and it seems like he's genuinely recovered a bit. he gives Killua a too-exuberant wave, then turns on his heel to dash off, carrying a new vigor.]
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Gon thinks it's all probably more from his own guilt and a lack of trust in his own ability to be delicate, his own terror for his bad actions, but he finds himself annoyed at his own reactions. which is maybe a step in the right direction, frankly. Gon's hands cease their clutching, and instead smooth out with fingers splayed, the wide flat of his palms against Killua's scapula as his muscles untense.
and as if on cue, there is still a little burble of anxiety as Killua slides back—he doesn't resist, or even mind, but once their contact is severed—
oh. their plans are...still on. and Killua somehow doesn't seem annoyed, or embarrassed beyond belief, or upset in some deeper, more difficult way Gon probably wouldn't have the grace to handle. Gon's shoulders slack with a little sigh, and he mirrors the light, sort of lopsided smile.]
Mm! See you later!
[Gon nods, and it seems like he's genuinely recovered a bit. he gives Killua a too-exuberant wave, then turns on his heel to dash off, carrying a new vigor.]