[ Killua's about to continue griping about the boring work or Geralt's boring taste or something-- but he's caught up short by the next question. The look on his face changes obviously, brows furrowing in confusion as he casts a more lingering glance at Geralt this time, searching his eyes. ]
The... what?
[ Dream walk.
Dream.
He'd had that awful dream, with Gon in the hospital, but-- ]
I-- What are you talking about?
[ There's something else. It pricks like an itch in the back of his mind, something forgotten, superseded by the bad dream that still lingers in his consciousness that had sent him running to Gon's house in the middle of the night to make sure he was still in one piece. He doesn't remember Geralt having anything to do with that. ]
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The... what?
[ Dream walk.
Dream.
He'd had that awful dream, with Gon in the hospital, but-- ]
I-- What are you talking about?
[ There's something else. It pricks like an itch in the back of his mind, something forgotten, superseded by the bad dream that still lingers in his consciousness that had sent him running to Gon's house in the middle of the night to make sure he was still in one piece. He doesn't remember Geralt having anything to do with that. ]