[Gon watches Killua swim up to the surface. Taken with his beauty, he reaches his hand out to touch his ear fin, tucking his drenched, white hair behind it before running his fingers over the ridges of cartilage. He still couldn't believe it, and the only way for him to is to touch for himself.]

I don't know, but I'm kind of glad. If we were both mermaids, how would we leave? This way, I can carry you out when I need to.

[He scoots forward, letting more of his legs fall into the water until his whole body slides in after them. His clothes get drenched, his white tank top fluttering around him and showing his body underneath.]