[Gon isn't wholly surprised by Killua's possessive pull on principle, but is taken off guard by it, and he feels himself initially grow a bit worried. but when Killua relents, Gon's shoulders drop.]

Yeah.

Geralt was worried too.

[Gon gently moves his hand from Killua's face to his wrist, then as soft as possible to make his intentions known—that it's a nice and affectionate touch, not a coercive, commandeering pull—Gon holds Killua's hand. he gives a little rub across the tense cords of his hand using his thumb. Gon tilts his head, moving his body a bit to suggest they move forward.]

Killua, let's go home?

I can draw you a bath—we still have lots of the lavender salts. It'll help with the pain. Then you can rest. We can share a bed, and I won't nag you about sleeping in. Okay?

[Gon, of course, knows that they aren't going home at all. he hopes Geralt realizes that too, though Gon sounds wholeheartedly sincere. he knows that if he hesitates or doubts even slightly, Killua, even in this state, might pick up on it. but there's nothing that can be done about it—Killua needs professional attention.

and first, out of here.]

Let's get out of this awful place.