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“It’s fucking miserable out,” Killua says, closing the door to their hut behind him. He sheds his rain jacket and hangs it on the hook near the door, on top of Gon’s.
Gon giggles.
“Don’t you laugh at my suffering when you haven’t even gotten out of bed. You’ll have to pee too, eventually.”
“I know. It’s still funny though– ow!” Killua raises the small straw broom, preparing to whack Gon again. “I take it back! I take it back!” Gon burrows back into the safety of his sleeping bag.
He’s got the right idea, Killua thinks, and crawls back into bed with a sigh. He wiggles into his own sleeping bag and pulls it up to his chin.
Gon can’t take his eyes off of Killua’s cold-flushed cheeks. “You’re so cute like that,” he says.
The blush intensifies. “Huh?!? Don’t say stuff like that.” Killua turns over, facing away from Gon in their shared cot.
“What? I just meant, it’s really cozy in here.”
“Hmm. Yeah. Better than outside.”
They fall silent, and the only sound is that of the heavy rain pouring down on their shelter. The late morning sunlight that makes its way inside is dim; the smells of naturally tanned hides, pine needles, campfire smoke, unwashed bodies and rain fill the air.
Killua wiggles, shuffling deeper into his sleeping cocoon.
“You cold?” Gon asks.
“I’ve been warmer.”
“Come here,” Gon says.
Killua turns around and Gon sidles up against him, tucking Killua’s head against his chest.
Killua should be tense, should be backing away, but somehow he’s not. He relaxes into Gon’s form. The other boy is warm, and Killua trusts him.
Gon, for his part, feels Killua’s cold nose pressing into the hollow of his throat, but he doesn’t mind. Somehow, Killua always feels warm to him, even when he’s physically cold.
The two boys aren’t normally very cuddly– just being by each other’s side is enough for them. Killua especially is usually pretty distanced, at least on the outside. Subconsciously, however, the heavily trained young soldier is a huge softy.
Killua sighs gently, nuzzling against Gon, who smiles. He probably doesn't even realize he’s doing it , Gon thinks. He tucks his own face into Killua’s puffy white hair.
Eventually, they’ll have to get up and check the traps and make at least one meal for the day. For now, though, the two runaways are content to stay comfortably in bed.