[Killua's shoulders hike, giving Blue a withering look.]

Sheesh, I got it, [he reiterates tensely. he of course feels bad, but is also getting tired of repeating himself. it's embarrassing. he pinkies his ear.] I don't think I can talk for you. I didn't mean to. Haven't I already said so...? [he understood, he was sorry, it wasn't his intention. cyclical.

the description of someone determined who charges into things without thinking... well, Killua supposes those types are everywhere, maybe. his posture deflates out of its defensiveness, the emotional exhaustion sinking in. mostly because he's thought of Gon now, too.]

Sorry. About that, and that things didn't go well.