Killua isn't sure how long they stay there. Gon's arms wrapped around him. He doesn't want to admit how safe and warm and comforting it was either, or that his eyelashes start to flutter shut. Everything is distant and so indistinct. Too much warmth... and he can hear Mito's voice in the background. It only makes him feel warmer. They were all too... too...

"Does it hurt?" Killua is still drowning in those eyes, so warm and full of light, he swallows the taste of coppery metal down again, shaking his head. "N-no."

"Killua is still scared." Killua's focus jolts, and he all of a sudden becomes conscious of the warmth on his back running featherlight gentle touches of comfort, stinging heat pooling from eyes and slipping down cheeks. He is now acutely aware of the presence besides him, and how sad that voice had sounded.