[ Gon's answer surprises him, and bit by bit that excitable, uncertain energy drains out of him as he just... listens. He can't help being curious, what that deeper, scarier stuff is. He knows better than most that a cheerful exterior doesn't mean a cheerful, uncomplicated interior. You can never tell just looking at someone what they've been through, the sort of experiences they've had and the sort of person they can be in situations of great stress or tragedy.

He had been uncomplicated, for the most part, at Gon's age. But he can't be much older than Onni was when his whole village was wiped out and he had to start looking after Tuuri and Lalli.

Of course, he isn't about to actually ask. Even for Gon to allude to those kinds of things is a sign of trust that Reynir appreciates, though he knows he hasn't really earned it yet. So he merely says: ]

It doesn't sound crazy at all.

[ He keeps his green eyes fixed on Gon, forgetting all about his juice and everything else, apart from the insight he's offering into what Onni might be feeling. ]

I think... you're right, and he's a little scared to be known. Even if it's just me and- and I think he knows I would never hurt him, intentionally.

[ The more Gon talks about what his Bond with Killua, the more Reynir's chest seems to fill up with a kind of restless, bubbling happiness. Because... honestly, it all sounds great to him, too. If he could relieve pain just by touching Onni. If he had a little more information on how Onni is feeling, so he wouldn't need to worry so blindly... if he could use that connection to help Onni carry the weight of his sadness when it gets too much. ]

Well, I'm- sure he wouldn't think of you as a burden. This guy - Killua? He's your friend, right? Then - I'm sure he feels just the way you do, that he wouldn't mind the pain and sadness, if it means he can help you carry it.