[The topic is a welcome distraction, honestly. Which is the same as how he's been treating the training. Thinking "Gon will come back" or "I'll go home and meet Gon and remember my sister" are both things that he's been telling himself on repeat, stubbornly believing in an odd and new sort of naivete. It's what Gon would think. He needed to play his part while he was gone...]
Careful. [Yes, he's the one worriedly saying that to Jaime as he picks up the wire, protective portion or not.] I've been exposed to that sort of thing since I was born, so it doesn't really affect me. You can still hurt yourself!
[Safety first! Laughtrack on repeat.] Anyway...
[Speedy, that's one way of putting it. He hops to sit on the edge of his bed, feet dangling off the side as he watches Jaime with a small frown that's actually pretty shielded by default.] I've just been training, so I don't really know what you want to do. I don't have any cool snacks or anything like that here, either.
I'll be fine, [Jaime says with all the misplaced confidence of most people his age... though the superpowers certainly help! He winds up putting it down, but not until he unplugs it. The last thing he wants it doing is sparking and starting a fire.]
Don't worry, I didn't come to mooch off your snacks.
[That's Killua's job.]
I just wanted to see how you were doing. I know you said you're fine, but... did you just not tell anyone that they got Ported out?
[In a large sense, he does appreciate Jaime's concern. But pride rises stubbornly and he doesn't know how to react. There was Jojo, who he had gone to as the most adult figure he knew that was close to him. Someone that would listen and also understand the full story back home.
To everyone else who knew so little, it seemed unfair to dump all that on them. Even if this was genuine concern, and a good thing, he grew defensive.]
I said I was fine, so I'm fine!
[That's why that's snapped out immediately in a huffy tone, his gaze flicking to something across the room grumpily. Even then, his fingers curl into the sheets at his sides and he feels guilty. He relents, but only slightly.]
I told Jojo when Gon disappeared... We were both training with him. [He pauses, and his grip doesn't loosen on the sheets.] What was I supposed to tell everyone?
That they were ported out. I'm sure Gon's made a lot of friends who are going to miss him, [Jaime says as he sits down beside him, and though he counts himself in that category, his voice is gentle rather than accusatory. He's certain that Killua hasn't been careless - if anything, he's probably just been sad.]
I'm glad you told someone, though. Jonathan seems like a really good guy.
[He assumes that he's talking about Jonathan, anyway - and from what little he knows of the man, he's a good candidate for things like that. He couldn't be any more different from Joseph and while Jaime's personally more comfortable with someone who's a little on the ruder side, he can't help but think that Jonathan will be a good influence on the kids.
Or... kid. Singular.]
But... you know it's okay if you're not fine, right?
[Killua spends that whole time trying to stubbornly hang onto his irritation and his pride, but those kind words cause his last attempt at a wall right now to crumble.]
...I know.
[It comes out a little strained. He knows... of course he knows. It's okay, he's learned that, but it still makes him feel weak. Reminds him of how he's useless. He's not sure he has the strength to admit all of that to Jaime right now, but he struggles despite himself to explain as best as he can.]
I can't. [His grip tightens and then releases as he lets his arms rest over his knees, staring at the ground as he hunches over like this.]
I can't tell everyone that Gon went home, knowing what he went back to!
oh nooo OH NO IS THIS CHIMERA ANT SHIT I WASN'T READY
[Jaime watches as Killua practically caves in on himself, and just seeing that, seeing how hard this must be for him, is enough to make his heart twist uncomfortably in his chest. He knows that Killua's had a hard life, that nearly everyone he's surrounded himself with have had hard lives, but it never gets easier to see them in pain.
People call folks like Jaime soft, but it takes an awful lot of strength to keep caring.]
Oh.
[Jaime's gaze softens, but he doesn't look surprised. He knows how this dance goes. He's thought about it often enough himself, about all the people he loves who are going home to terrible things - or worse, don't have a home to return to. More than that, from what he knows of Gon and Killua's world, it's just not a nice place to be, nor is it a safe place to be. It's a place where children like Gon and Killua are allowed to run free amongst pedophiles and murderers, where they don't seem to have a single soul looking out for them as they plunge headfirst into danger and dismemberment.
They're only kids.]
What are you guys going back to?
to be fair is anyone ever ready for chimera ant shit (aka yes)
[He almost doesn't want to say. He already told Jojo, and just saying it all was enough to leave him sobbing. It was embarrassing, it was weak, and it was pathetic. While Gon was back there probably facing everything with Kite again, Killua was left with information further ahead. The realization that the optimism he's back there setting up right now is just going to be more painful in the end.
He interlocks his fingers with each other, pressing them against his forehead as he consciously wills himself to keep it together. It's just a retelling. Simple facts that he owes Jaime.]
He was from before me, but I never told him. We were looking for his dad, but there was a mix up so we ended up with one of his dad's friends instead. It was a lead, so we were happy. Kite was willing to train us, and we traveled with him for a bit to help him look into this type of ant.
These ants can evolve and absorb the DNA of anything they eat, and there was a secluded area where they'd started to eat animals and humans. We headed in there to put a stop to them with Kite.
[His voice wavers and hangs there at the end so that it's clear there's more, but there's a definite pause in his speaking. It's hard to go on past this. To remember it all. How specific should he be? How vague is unfair?
Gon is back there. He's here alone, unable to help, unable to stop himself from this stupid mistake, and the next one that ends with Gon being hurt--!]
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[Jaime almost doesn't want to hear it. He doesn't want to know that more people he cares about have to go home to a world that doesn't care about them, where they know horrible things will happen, but he owes it to Killua to ask, and to listen.
There's a big part of him that thinks that this is it, where Killua's from, Gon is dead, but he doesn't dare give voice to that horrible little thought. He rests one hand on Killua's shoulder, even if he honestly just wants to wrap him up in a hug right about now.]
[If Jaime knew how Killua would fall apart at that idea, maybe he'd take some comfort in knowing that this reaction, while clearly heavy, is not anything near what he'd be reacting with if Gon were the one in danger. Somehow, Alluka slips from his mind as something throbs at the back of his head. (Was she even there to begin with?)]
We were almost at the nest. Kite was really, really powerful, but this ant-- it came out of nowhere.
[He closes his eyes tighter, preventing any of the tears working up in his eyes from actually escaping. But his body begins to shake beneath that comforting hand. As fear resurfaces, so does sadness, and the scuffs on his hands are actually healing away beneath his hidden face, there.]
I've never felt an aura that powerful in my life. Nothing even close--! The second I felt it, Kite had already lost his arm!
[It's impossible to forget that look that followed. The fear that gripped him then grips him now, and the throbbing in his head only gets worse. Maybe his body is tricked into thinking he's in danger now. He's not sure, but he can't focus enough to think on it. He can only tense and struggle to keep himself more together than he had with Jojo.
Even if the tears aren't really coming out, sadness shows itself further in the way he chokes out his words.]
Gon was angry; he was going to fight back. We were going to die too if I didn't do something, and so I knocked out Gon and I ran! I left Kite! I left him there to die!
He wakes up and tells me that everything's going to be fine, that I did what I should have because we could save Kite, but that's wrong! It's all wrong! Kite was here until recently, too, and he told me himself--!
[Damn-- Damn. He curls in on himself more, hands parting from each other to grip at his head. It hurts now. He forces his volume back down despite himself.] He's dead. And if Gon finds out, there's no way he'll react calmly... There's no way he'll be okay.
[Jaime will never say what he feels at that explanation out loud, not to Killua and certainly not to anyone else. Relief and happiness slam into him like a brick wall once he realizes that though he's gone into an awful situation, Gon is alive. Thank god, he thinks to himself. Thank god.
It probably makes him a terrible person to be happy at someone else dying, and he'll feel guilty about it later, but even he can't be a good person all the time. Past his relief, however, is the all-too predictable horror of what Gon and Killua are facing back home, and the things they've already seen, and the things they have yet to see.]
Oh, Killua, [he says, nothing but dismay in his voice, and it doesn't take him long after that to wrap him up in a hug. There's not much else he can say, not much else he can do, but he gives good hugs. His whole family does.
He's not sure if it will be a welcome gesture, but it's the first thing to pop into his head.]
I'm so sorry.
[And he is. He's just not as sorry as he would be if it were Gon that had died.]
[It's not unwelcome, but it doesn't feel right. Jonathan had given him one too, and while it was warm and comforting just like this one, he felt guilty just accepting it. Why should anyone feel sorry for him? If somehow he could have done something to warn Kite, or if they hadn't gone in to distract him at all. He should have picked up on that aura sooner, but he hesitated. And then, he had to leave him to die.
All of it was wrong.]
Hisoka... He let it slip that Gon gets really hurt later, but he wouldn't tell me anything aside from it being my fault and that I fix it.
[It's muffled and quiet compared to the earlier works as he reluctantly sinks into that hug, or at least halfway sinks into it.] I'm sorry I didn't tell you or anyone else. I'm just selfish.
Nobody will be mad at you for not telling anyone, Killua. It's okay to be selfish sometimes.
[His stomach twists at the thought of Gon getting really hurt, and while his first instinct is to assert that Hisoka was just lying to get a rise out of Killua... for all his faults, Hisoka has never been anything but honest, as far as Jaime could tell. What did he have to gain from telling Killua something like that?]
[He considers that for a moment, letting the hug linger for a few seconds longer before one of his arms raise. It's half like a return hug, but it's incredibly brief. With just that quick touch, he's pulling back and rubbing at his eyes with the other hand, scrubbing them dry.]
...I'm fine, really. It's Gon that I'm worried about. I need to be with him, whether it's here or there.
[Jaime pulls back as soon as Killua does. And there it is again, he thinks to himself, the sentiment that what Killua wants doesn't really matter so long as he's with Gon. That can't be a good thing, but now's not the time to talk about it.]
You know that no time is actually passing back in our homes, right? That means that even if he gets to move forward in time to catch up with you, he's still gonna be with you.
I know. [That's what they say, at least. He hasn't heard any specific evidence, but people have been here long enough that he's willing to assume in this case. Especially when it's a more positive thought.]
But it's still not enough. And now I'm-- [All alone.
But that sounds dumb, and he cuts himself off, bringing his hands to his lap and staring at them for ten seconds or so. Once he's finished with that, he lifts his gaze back to Jaime, lightening it up considerably, even if it does seem to be a jump-started motion.]
Sorry. I know things should work out, but Gon's the one who's positive and stubborn. I'm just used to telling him to look at things more realistically.
Then we'll look at things realistically, [Jaime says agreeably, tugging his legs up onto the bed so he can sit cross-legged, facing Killua.]
No matter what happens, you'll see him again, whether it's here or back in your guys' home. But he might be ported back in again. A friend of mine got ported out recently, and I was pretty sad about it, but he just got brought back in again.
[And that had made him sad again, but for entirely different reasons.]
So we've got precedent for that, at least. And if he doesn't wind up coming back... [He tilts his head, considering. He's no mind reader, but he knows how isolating this place can feel, and how much it means to have a friend from home around.
But he also knows how much his new friends mean to him.]
Then at least you're not alone here. It'll all work out, you'll see.
[The first portion does wonders to comfort him. So it isn't just a stretch? It's happened before that someone came back recently. The second, though... Well. He's pretty stubborn himself, and he's got some negative thoughts about being without Gon.
Not alone... He guesses not. Somehow, he's been able to make friends. But none of them are his best friend. Is it wrong to think this way? It's his first experience dealing with this sort of thing. Can he have lots of friends but have them ultimately mean less than one without demeaning their value too?
He decides in the end that saying 'I don't want to be anywhere Gon isn't' is pretty lame sounding, and looks across his room.]
Maybe I don't really know much about friendship, but... Is it really okay if I haven't been talking to any of my friends here? I don't know what to say. It's been easier just to focus on training.
...Yeah. Yeah, I can see why it's easier that way.
[He gets it. When he's sad, there's nothing he wants more to go flying, to go somewhere and be alone for a little while, but somehow, he always ends up back home where he belongs.
The difference here is that Killua hasn't bent quite yet. He needs to learn how to reach out to people, Jaime thinks. Maybe Killua's gotten good at surviving without having to rely on anyone else, but life's a whole lot better when you do.]
It's okay to concentrate on what you have to for a while to get you past the first hump, but you have to reach out to talk to us eventually. If you don't, we'll be reaching out to you, [Jaime adds on with a crooked smile.] That's what friends are for.
[That crooked smile earns a much more genuine one from Killua. Right. They do do that, don't they. Looking back to when he retreated home out of nowhere and all three of his friends from back home showed up...
He lets out a soft sort of half-laugh.]
I guess you're right. [Take that, big bro. He's making even more friends.] I never thought I'd be lucky enough to have friends like these.
And you're just gonna end up collecting more of them, just you wait.
[Especially if the network had been any indication; if the imPort community has a soft spot for anyone, it's kids. Killua could probably beat the lot of them up with one hand tied behind his back, but not everything boiled down to being able to fight around here.]
So, [he says, clapping his hands on his knees for emphasis.] Think you might want to step away from the non-stop training for a while? Some off time will be good for you.
[With that being the first thing he says, it might come off as worrying. He's staring down at his own hands, now, after shifting to cross legs himself. Occasionally, he'll allow some of his nen to spark like lightning between his thumb and index finger. A nervous habit in front of anyone he's okay with showing his abilities to.
Only a second passes before he's quick to add on:] But I guess I can take some breaks and stuff. [He's not at home, here. And while there were things he needed to prepare for, he could do that steadily, as if he were still with Gon. ...Yeah. That sounded good.]
Like right now, I guess! What have you been doing lately, Jaime?
I wouldn't tell you to stop entirely. Just take some breaks every now and then.
[More than 'every now and then' would be ideal, but tiny steps! It's probably good that Killua continues his training. If there's one thing that Jaime's learned about his own training, it's that it's not at all about trying to get stronger - it's about controlling that strength. That's something that Killua needs to keep up, knowing even the small amount that he does.
As for what he's been doing...]
Eh, nothing interesting. Been doing a lotta Christmas shopping, and showing a few people some of the celebrations.
[He and Bart went on a cross-country tour of Christmas events of America, because that's a responsible use of superpowers.]
Oh! Speaking of which - if Gon and Alluka aren't back by Christmas, you can come and spend Christmas with me and Brenda, if you like.
[It's good, he thinks, that Jaime brought this up to him. Honestly, he'd been so focused on training that he hadn't realized he could be doing it too much. But there really was a difference between trying to push himself 24/7 and Bisky putting him on a schedule. There was no second perspective to look at his improvement from an objective view. There was no guidance. He could be making things worse.
He smiles a little, thinking fondly of the friendships he's gained here when Jaime brings up Christmas.
At that, he looks surprised.]
Eh?? Really? [Half disbelieving and half touched, he points at himself.] But I don't even know who Brenda is! Would she really be okay with something like that?
[It sounds like an interruption more than anything.]
Trust me, I know Brenda. I'm still gonna ask, but she'll say yes, [Jaime says, nothing but confidence in his voice. Brenda's a great deal more prickly than him - though that doesn't take much - but he knows how good she is down to her very bones. She won't turn away a lonely kid on Christmas.]
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Careful. [Yes, he's the one worriedly saying that to Jaime as he picks up the wire, protective portion or not.] I've been exposed to that sort of thing since I was born, so it doesn't really affect me. You can still hurt yourself!
[Safety first! Laughtrack on repeat.] Anyway...
[Speedy, that's one way of putting it. He hops to sit on the edge of his bed, feet dangling off the side as he watches Jaime with a small frown that's actually pretty shielded by default.] I've just been training, so I don't really know what you want to do. I don't have any cool snacks or anything like that here, either.
[He ate them all.]
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Don't worry, I didn't come to mooch off your snacks.
[That's Killua's job.]
I just wanted to see how you were doing. I know you said you're fine, but... did you just not tell anyone that they got Ported out?
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To everyone else who knew so little, it seemed unfair to dump all that on them. Even if this was genuine concern, and a good thing, he grew defensive.]
I said I was fine, so I'm fine!
[That's why that's snapped out immediately in a huffy tone, his gaze flicking to something across the room grumpily. Even then, his fingers curl into the sheets at his sides and he feels guilty. He relents, but only slightly.]
I told Jojo when Gon disappeared... We were both training with him. [He pauses, and his grip doesn't loosen on the sheets.] What was I supposed to tell everyone?
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I'm glad you told someone, though. Jonathan seems like a really good guy.
[He assumes that he's talking about Jonathan, anyway - and from what little he knows of the man, he's a good candidate for things like that. He couldn't be any more different from Joseph and while Jaime's personally more comfortable with someone who's a little on the ruder side, he can't help but think that Jonathan will be a good influence on the kids.
Or... kid. Singular.]
But... you know it's okay if you're not fine, right?
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...I know.
[It comes out a little strained. He knows... of course he knows. It's okay, he's learned that, but it still makes him feel weak. Reminds him of how he's useless. He's not sure he has the strength to admit all of that to Jaime right now, but he struggles despite himself to explain as best as he can.]
I can't. [His grip tightens and then releases as he lets his arms rest over his knees, staring at the ground as he hunches over like this.]
I can't tell everyone that Gon went home, knowing what he went back to!
oh nooo OH NO IS THIS CHIMERA ANT SHIT I WASN'T READY
People call folks like Jaime soft, but it takes an awful lot of strength to keep caring.]
Oh.
[Jaime's gaze softens, but he doesn't look surprised. He knows how this dance goes. He's thought about it often enough himself, about all the people he loves who are going home to terrible things - or worse, don't have a home to return to. More than that, from what he knows of Gon and Killua's world, it's just not a nice place to be, nor is it a safe place to be. It's a place where children like Gon and Killua are allowed to run free amongst pedophiles and murderers, where they don't seem to have a single soul looking out for them as they plunge headfirst into danger and dismemberment.
They're only kids.]
What are you guys going back to?
to be fair is anyone ever ready for chimera ant shit (aka yes)
He interlocks his fingers with each other, pressing them against his forehead as he consciously wills himself to keep it together. It's just a retelling. Simple facts that he owes Jaime.]
He was from before me, but I never told him. We were looking for his dad, but there was a mix up so we ended up with one of his dad's friends instead. It was a lead, so we were happy. Kite was willing to train us, and we traveled with him for a bit to help him look into this type of ant.
These ants can evolve and absorb the DNA of anything they eat, and there was a secluded area where they'd started to eat animals and humans. We headed in there to put a stop to them with Kite.
[His voice wavers and hangs there at the end so that it's clear there's more, but there's a definite pause in his speaking. It's hard to go on past this. To remember it all. How specific should he be? How vague is unfair?
Gon is back there. He's here alone, unable to help, unable to stop himself from this stupid mistake, and the next one that ends with Gon being hurt--!]
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There's a big part of him that thinks that this is it, where Killua's from, Gon is dead, but he doesn't dare give voice to that horrible little thought. He rests one hand on Killua's shoulder, even if he honestly just wants to wrap him up in a hug right about now.]
But something bad happened.
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We were almost at the nest. Kite was really, really powerful, but this ant-- it came out of nowhere.
[He closes his eyes tighter, preventing any of the tears working up in his eyes from actually escaping. But his body begins to shake beneath that comforting hand. As fear resurfaces, so does sadness, and the scuffs on his hands are actually healing away beneath his hidden face, there.]
I've never felt an aura that powerful in my life. Nothing even close--! The second I felt it, Kite had already lost his arm!
[It's impossible to forget that look that followed. The fear that gripped him then grips him now, and the throbbing in his head only gets worse. Maybe his body is tricked into thinking he's in danger now. He's not sure, but he can't focus enough to think on it. He can only tense and struggle to keep himself more together than he had with Jojo.
Even if the tears aren't really coming out, sadness shows itself further in the way he chokes out his words.]
Gon was angry; he was going to fight back. We were going to die too if I didn't do something, and so I knocked out Gon and I ran! I left Kite! I left him there to die!
He wakes up and tells me that everything's going to be fine, that I did what I should have because we could save Kite, but that's wrong! It's all wrong! Kite was here until recently, too, and he told me himself--!
[Damn-- Damn. He curls in on himself more, hands parting from each other to grip at his head. It hurts now. He forces his volume back down despite himself.] He's dead. And if Gon finds out, there's no way he'll react calmly... There's no way he'll be okay.
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It probably makes him a terrible person to be happy at someone else dying, and he'll feel guilty about it later, but even he can't be a good person all the time. Past his relief, however, is the all-too predictable horror of what Gon and Killua are facing back home, and the things they've already seen, and the things they have yet to see.]
Oh, Killua, [he says, nothing but dismay in his voice, and it doesn't take him long after that to wrap him up in a hug. There's not much else he can say, not much else he can do, but he gives good hugs. His whole family does.
He's not sure if it will be a welcome gesture, but it's the first thing to pop into his head.]
I'm so sorry.
[And he is. He's just not as sorry as he would be if it were Gon that had died.]
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All of it was wrong.]
Hisoka... He let it slip that Gon gets really hurt later, but he wouldn't tell me anything aside from it being my fault and that I fix it.
[It's muffled and quiet compared to the earlier works as he reluctantly sinks into that hug, or at least halfway sinks into it.] I'm sorry I didn't tell you or anyone else. I'm just selfish.
I just wanted to stay here with him.
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[His stomach twists at the thought of Gon getting really hurt, and while his first instinct is to assert that Hisoka was just lying to get a rise out of Killua... for all his faults, Hisoka has never been anything but honest, as far as Jaime could tell. What did he have to gain from telling Killua something like that?]
You've got a lot on your plate.
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...I'm fine, really. It's Gon that I'm worried about. I need to be with him, whether it's here or there.
[He'll follow him. It doesn't matter.]
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You know that no time is actually passing back in our homes, right? That means that even if he gets to move forward in time to catch up with you, he's still gonna be with you.
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But it's still not enough. And now I'm-- [All alone.
But that sounds dumb, and he cuts himself off, bringing his hands to his lap and staring at them for ten seconds or so. Once he's finished with that, he lifts his gaze back to Jaime, lightening it up considerably, even if it does seem to be a jump-started motion.]
Sorry. I know things should work out, but Gon's the one who's positive and stubborn. I'm just used to telling him to look at things more realistically.
[He's off balance, here.]
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No matter what happens, you'll see him again, whether it's here or back in your guys' home. But he might be ported back in again. A friend of mine got ported out recently, and I was pretty sad about it, but he just got brought back in again.
[And that had made him sad again, but for entirely different reasons.]
So we've got precedent for that, at least. And if he doesn't wind up coming back... [He tilts his head, considering. He's no mind reader, but he knows how isolating this place can feel, and how much it means to have a friend from home around.
But he also knows how much his new friends mean to him.]
Then at least you're not alone here. It'll all work out, you'll see.
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Not alone... He guesses not. Somehow, he's been able to make friends. But none of them are his best friend. Is it wrong to think this way? It's his first experience dealing with this sort of thing. Can he have lots of friends but have them ultimately mean less than one without demeaning their value too?
He decides in the end that saying 'I don't want to be anywhere Gon isn't' is pretty lame sounding, and looks across his room.]
Maybe I don't really know much about friendship, but... Is it really okay if I haven't been talking to any of my friends here? I don't know what to say. It's been easier just to focus on training.
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[He gets it. When he's sad, there's nothing he wants more to go flying, to go somewhere and be alone for a little while, but somehow, he always ends up back home where he belongs.
The difference here is that Killua hasn't bent quite yet. He needs to learn how to reach out to people, Jaime thinks. Maybe Killua's gotten good at surviving without having to rely on anyone else, but life's a whole lot better when you do.]
It's okay to concentrate on what you have to for a while to get you past the first hump, but you have to reach out to talk to us eventually. If you don't, we'll be reaching out to you, [Jaime adds on with a crooked smile.] That's what friends are for.
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He lets out a soft sort of half-laugh.]
I guess you're right. [Take that, big bro. He's making even more friends.] I never thought I'd be lucky enough to have friends like these.
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[Especially if the network had been any indication; if the imPort community has a soft spot for anyone, it's kids. Killua could probably beat the lot of them up with one hand tied behind his back, but not everything boiled down to being able to fight around here.]
So, [he says, clapping his hands on his knees for emphasis.] Think you might want to step away from the non-stop training for a while? Some off time will be good for you.
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[With that being the first thing he says, it might come off as worrying. He's staring down at his own hands, now, after shifting to cross legs himself. Occasionally, he'll allow some of his nen to spark like lightning between his thumb and index finger. A nervous habit in front of anyone he's okay with showing his abilities to.
Only a second passes before he's quick to add on:] But I guess I can take some breaks and stuff. [He's not at home, here. And while there were things he needed to prepare for, he could do that steadily, as if he were still with Gon. ...Yeah. That sounded good.]
Like right now, I guess! What have you been doing lately, Jaime?
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[More than 'every now and then' would be ideal, but tiny steps! It's probably good that Killua continues his training. If there's one thing that Jaime's learned about his own training, it's that it's not at all about trying to get stronger - it's about controlling that strength. That's something that Killua needs to keep up, knowing even the small amount that he does.
As for what he's been doing...]
Eh, nothing interesting. Been doing a lotta Christmas shopping, and showing a few people some of the celebrations.
[He and Bart went on a cross-country tour of Christmas events of America, because that's a responsible use of superpowers.]
Oh! Speaking of which - if Gon and Alluka aren't back by Christmas, you can come and spend Christmas with me and Brenda, if you like.
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He smiles a little, thinking fondly of the friendships he's gained here when Jaime brings up Christmas.
At that, he looks surprised.]
Eh?? Really? [Half disbelieving and half touched, he points at himself.] But I don't even know who Brenda is! Would she really be okay with something like that?
[It sounds like an interruption more than anything.]
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Have I really never mentioned her to you before?
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[Right? He blinks and leans back, letting his weight fall onto his two palms on the bed.] Is she the one you knew back home?
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