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[blueser]

"Hello... Whatever... Don't worry about me. I'm doing peachy over here! I was just looking for something to do! Wanna battle me again?"

[telepathy | Pidgeot-mail]

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[trypanophobic]

[Killua blinks, a little surprised—but glances off, ultimately. he's never... really received an apology for something like that. and further, he's never seen it that way. but it's a type of validation that strikes him to his core in a way he can't ignore.

and even if he doesn't ignore it, however, he can certainly not outwardly react to it.

it just kind of feels like having work acknowledged, even though Killua never expects that kind of thing.

to be honest, Killua's happy for this outcome—no matter what Blue decides to do, even if he doesn't want to come back... he's just happy feeling somewhat secure that probably it's not the end to their friendship.]

You're fine.

I think so too.

[blueser]

[Blue doesn't talk again- and soon enough, it becomes more apparent why, as his exhaustion finally gives way, despite his stubbornness. Blue slumps to the side, catching against Killua's shoulder; but the hold is tenuous, and a squirm or two might have him slipping off.]

[It's been a long night for the both of them, of course- but Blue has no resistance or perseverance when it comes to exhaustion, and sleep takes him easily in the comfort of Killua's presence. Whether Killua chooses to wake him and take him back home, or just sit there until dawn- he sleeps restfully, despite all his inner turmoil.]

[trypanophobic]

[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.]