*Kalluto giggled, his grin from ear to ear almost showing his teeth, save for his hand covering his mouth. He shifted his own upper body closer to Killua. Their faces were close, but not quite so much that they could smell each other's breath - a distance Kalluto had committed to memory from the field and had decided was too intimate for his brother's liking.

He wasn't sure what to do with his hands once the one near his face dropped back to his side. He hauled them up again, intending to rest them palms flat against Killua's chest, but backed out, opting instead to clasp them together in front of his own.*

I don't know what I want, remember? But I think what you have is what I need.