*killua watches her wobble with a bemused giggle, getting to his own unsteady feet and grasping her waist to hold her still.*

easy, we'll go together.

*only when he begins to shuffle forward and bumps right into her does he realize that his pants are still undone, messy underwear butting against the small of her back. his face flushes and he gives an embarrassed chuckle, but he can't let go of her to close them yet, not while she's relying on him to stay upright.*