[Gon's cry is brittle and watery, clearly exasperated and distraught. he knows what Killua's trying to do, and he has to restrain himself from jumping forward to yank him forcibly from the wall—but that'll trigger an attack for sure. Gon's shoulders lurch before he stops himself, and he grits his teeth. he's not strong enough to knock Killua out, either—or rather he is, but there's no way Killua wouldn't get him first.
he holds his ground, and Killua finally stops.
Gon had anticipated that Killua may break his hand or worse, which is why Gon has conveniently decided to use the same injured arm to touch Killua. true, even lifting it is pretty painful, but like Killua, Gon's been through so much worse. it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, of course. in fact, Gon winces with a little hiccupped gasp when Killua grips like that, wincing a little, teeth clenching. the fact that his radius is broken is certainly the worst of it.
he takes a couple heavy, scattered breaths, forcibly evening his expression to maintain eye contact with Killua's distorted form. Gon wonders if he should feel a little bad—saying something like that to distract Killua. it's manipulative. but it's not untrue, either. it's sat with Gon for years, further to the tip of his tongue the closer they've been getting—but it still had felt sort of strangely forbidden to be direct about.
now, though, Gon knew it might keep Killua distracted. no matter who the person, that kind of thing can be a little shocking, maybe grounding. also, Gon figures, if he fails, and Killua murders him, Killua probably won't survive long after that.
so now's as good a time as any, he guesses.]
I love you. So there's no way I can just leave. I'm sorry.
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[Gon's cry is brittle and watery, clearly exasperated and distraught. he knows what Killua's trying to do, and he has to restrain himself from jumping forward to yank him forcibly from the wall—but that'll trigger an attack for sure. Gon's shoulders lurch before he stops himself, and he grits his teeth. he's not strong enough to knock Killua out, either—or rather he is, but there's no way Killua wouldn't get him first.
he holds his ground, and Killua finally stops.
Gon had anticipated that Killua may break his hand or worse, which is why Gon has conveniently decided to use the same injured arm to touch Killua. true, even lifting it is pretty painful, but like Killua, Gon's been through so much worse. it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt, of course. in fact, Gon winces with a little hiccupped gasp when Killua grips like that, wincing a little, teeth clenching. the fact that his radius is broken is certainly the worst of it.
he takes a couple heavy, scattered breaths, forcibly evening his expression to maintain eye contact with Killua's distorted form. Gon wonders if he should feel a little bad—saying something like that to distract Killua. it's manipulative. but it's not untrue, either. it's sat with Gon for years, further to the tip of his tongue the closer they've been getting—but it still had felt sort of strangely forbidden to be direct about.
now, though, Gon knew it might keep Killua distracted. no matter who the person, that kind of thing can be a little shocking, maybe grounding. also, Gon figures, if he fails, and Killua murders him, Killua probably won't survive long after that.
so now's as good a time as any, he guesses.]
I love you. So there's no way I can just leave. I'm sorry.