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*killua locks his arms tighter around kalluto at the plea for a promise, catching him as he rears up and flings his body against his. his grip loosens, however, when he admits he's been avoiding him, pulling back just enough so he can try and meet his eyes, determine what exactly he desires. his body language suggests, overwhelmingly, that he still wants them to be close, face burrowed in his breast and sun-soaked arms wrapped warm around his waist -- but his mind, as always, is impossible to read.

he supposes he's still struggling with letting go of the family he left behind, not quite as ready to run away from it all as killua was. well, all they have here is time, stretching out endlessly in all directions like the field around them.*

we did, before your training started... but my memories from back then are patchy.

*it aches his heart to realize that the few memories he does recall of kalluto's childhood are notoriously absent of his other younger sibling, the precious years before she was locked away wiped from his mind by their eldest brother. hearing how little he remembers, he wonders if something similar had been done to kalluto, too.*