*Kalluto relaxes, secure in his brother's grip.*

Thank you.

*Dread forms in the pit of his stomach. It gets harder and harder to even think about clearing the air with Killua, until the words are very suddenly all tumbling out of his mouth, abrupt and stilted and graceless.*

I... I need to tell you something. But it's kind of a long story and I don't know if you'll be mad and I hate turning into my Mum but please don't hate me when I tell you this even if you're mad please.