[the hand on Killua's back makes him tense, but he relaxes, accepting it. it feels... nice. Killua hasn't had adults in his life that are so kind, really, aside from peripheral encounters with Mitou. Bisky cared a lot about him, too—what a nightmare that would be, though, if she knew all this.

he turns his head, his cheek squished on his knees as he stares at Kite.]

Idiot, we are friends. We've been friends since NGL. I'm just... an idiot too, I guess, [he sniffles, straightening up just a bit to wipe his eyes.] My feelings are complicated about you, that's all. Sorry for being a shithead all the time.

[about EVERYTHING...to be fair.]

...But, I'd like that.

[Killua pauses, then glances shyly at Kite. his face is red again...]

—Actually. Can I ask you something, Kite?