[as they settle, Killua actually begins to relax a little bit. it feels like the tense, conflicted part is over—even if Blue has his own aspects of turmoil, that as a solitary factor is a little easier to deal with.]

Don’t worry about it, [Killua responds almost immediately, his palms against the stone of the ledge they sit on, eyes politely on nothing in particular on the darkness before them. but he does soon after glance at Blue—briefly.]

...It’s unfair to expect perfect control from anybody when they’re in pain. It doesn’t bother me.