*trying to disguise how relieved he is that kalluto isn’t forcing the issue, killua shrugs nonchalantly as he slowly uncoils, sitting up and following kalluto’s gaze to the ceiling.*

i dunno.

*truthfully, he doesn’t — they’ve already gone much further than he ever expected they would, leaving them in a strange limbo between brotherly and sexual feelings. he doesn’t know how to see him, now, not sure how he’ll see him when he again meets his eyes — or more pressing yet, when they return to their intact bodies and are hit with the full repurcussions of their fling.*