*killua clears his throat, only to mumble,* you don't say.

*there's still a chance he didn't hear, or at least didn't realize what he heard, but it dwindles with every second that smirk persists on his face. fully accepting that he's been caught, now, killua dares to slip a hand back out of his pocket and rest it on his brother's shoulder, fingers just lightly brushing the nape of his neck. he meets his gaze squarely despite the blush on his skin.*

...what kind of thoughts were you having?