*as kalluto's logic takes a frightening turn, killua's heart stops cold, his fear of perpetuating his family's possessive behavior freezing his blood in is veins. he objects immediately, gaze fierce.*

it wasn't a trap. *he sighs, then, shaking his head at his own stupidity.* i was just trying to get you to loosen up a little...

*feeling him shy away, he drops his hand from kalluto's side, flattening his palm against the ground so he can sink down into his shoulders in remorse. looking back on it from kalluto's perspective, his actions did seem suspicious. he doesn't blame him for likening him to illumi, but he still balks at the comparison, scowling down across the picnic blanket.*

i know it looks bad, but i'm telling you, i'm not like him.