*the indignance rising in killua is quickly curbed by the reminder that, before coming here, kalluto hadn't seen his brother for ages. it makes sense that he would be afraid of losing him and try to keep a connection to him, even one as tenuous as the tiny paper-slivers clinging to his thigh beneath kalluto's desperately clutching fingers. he's able to forgive the act, but it's what it wrought that he fears. the hand on kalluto's waist spreads and flexes nervously as he recalls what he'd done with alluka in the cat room shortly after meeting kalluto, and he avoids his gaze, swallowing thickly before asking,*

so... what'd you hear?