*killua's brows raise as gon reaches out to touch him too, confidently doing exactly what killua needed the pretense of washing to. he rinses gon from the neck down, then sets the showerhead back on the wall and places both hands on him, rubbing the suds into his chest as he contemplates the question.*

i'm glad to be back in my body, but... that doesn't mean i really like it.

*he looks down at the hands tracing his bones and huffs a sigh, bringing them to the surface.*

it barely feels like it's mine at all.