[Killua glances at Blue when he begins to nod off—and he doesn't react too much when he eventually tilts against his shoulder. he notices the sleepy struggle, as well—like Blue's maybe sort of fighting it... which makes his eventual caving all the more endearing.
he lets Blue rest like that for a good 30 minutes or so. just listening to the nature around them, reflecting on his night—and the last week. his birthday, the strange things Gon said, what Killua learned about Red—
what he...potentially learned about Blue, too.
feeling sufficiently at peace once he's convinced that Blue's sleeping heavily enough, with the deft command and control easily given by his status and training, Killua carefully gathers Blue up. if he stirs, Killua stills in time to it. he's done this sort of thing countless times.
with Gon, in less comfortable states—the grimmest when he was walking him to the nearest hospital, holding Gon's severed arm, carefully tracking his sleepy, petering heartbeat... and in happier memories, with Alluka, for things as simple or innocent just as this.
Blue doesn't have to stay at the apartment. but for tonight, at least, it's the most comfortable place to be. once home, Killua enters far more silently than he'd exited, and, just as carefully as all else, he shifts Blue gently onto his bed. and before turning to leave, a lingering glance sticks to him in the darkness.
and how funny, for someone who used to be an assassin—his eyes always on the shapes of people in the dark, but this time, watchfully, of a deep emotion rather than a hollow, programmed instinct.
when Killua eventually slides into his own bed, it's true as he'd told Blue; he doesn't sleep. instead, he watches Gon's figure, over the gradual creeping of hours, slowly come into illuminated focus.]
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Date: 2019-07-27 06:41 am (UTC)he lets Blue rest like that for a good 30 minutes or so. just listening to the nature around them, reflecting on his night—and the last week. his birthday, the strange things Gon said, what Killua learned about Red—
what he...potentially learned about Blue, too.
feeling sufficiently at peace once he's convinced that Blue's sleeping heavily enough, with the deft command and control easily given by his status and training, Killua carefully gathers Blue up. if he stirs, Killua stills in time to it. he's done this sort of thing countless times.
with Gon, in less comfortable states—the grimmest when he was walking him to the nearest hospital, holding Gon's severed arm, carefully tracking his sleepy, petering heartbeat... and in happier memories, with Alluka, for things as simple or innocent just as this.
Blue doesn't have to stay at the apartment. but for tonight, at least, it's the most comfortable place to be. once home, Killua enters far more silently than he'd exited, and, just as carefully as all else, he shifts Blue gently onto his bed. and before turning to leave, a lingering glance sticks to him in the darkness.
and how funny, for someone who used to be an assassin—his eyes always on the shapes of people in the dark, but this time, watchfully, of a deep emotion rather than a hollow, programmed instinct.
when Killua eventually slides into his own bed, it's true as he'd told Blue; he doesn't sleep. instead, he watches Gon's figure, over the gradual creeping of hours, slowly come into illuminated focus.]