He doesn't expect Killua to come.
It should be an honor. Their first stars. They all know better, though. Nothing about that night at the NGL was honorable.
There was too much lost to be a victory. But the Chairperson insisted.
Gon doesn't expect Killua to come. Jax hasn't left the door regardless.
"It's a lovely Settling, Gon." Palm offers from beside him and he hums. He hasn't stopped looking at his phone either. It hasn't lit up. There are two types of dæmons, after all-- those who are like their humans and those who are not.
He feels it, when Jax stiffens. The change in the air when the door opens. Jax colliding into something, someone.
Gon turns in his seat, his still unlit phone slack in his hand. The corner of Killua's mouth tips up.
"Hey."
There are freckles on his nose now. A silver piercing in his right earlobe. His voice is lower, deeper. Different.
"Hi."
On the floor, Jax and Ariney tumble.
