He is a bit early for their meeting but he can't help his eagerness: he's going to meet up with Killua after all and he can't arrive early enough for that. They agreed to meet in a park near to the city's market, grab something to eat and explore the market afterwards. It's been a while since they'd met so he is more than excited – hence his haste.

Gon is almost there, he can already see the low wall that separates the park from the rest of the street and he quickens his pace. He spots Killua soon too, the white-haired teen sits on the edge of the fountain with Palm next to him and that makes Gon stumble for a bit. He doesn't remember Killua saying he'll bring someone else with him so the dark haired boy is confused enough to slow down and just look at the two, observe them from a safe distance – although there is no safe distance if it comes to Palm, but she seems to be too immersed in her conversation with Killua, that she won't notice him. Probably. Hopefully.

It's still somewhat weird for Gon that Killua and Palm became friends considering how badly their relationship started. Killua looked slightly uncomfortable when Gon asked him about it, I can't help it after all what happened was all he offered as explanation. Even though he tried to act indifferent Gon saw it in his look – sadness, pain and regret swirling in blue eyes what stopped the island boy from further questioning. Gon understood it well – it wasn't a time anyone from their group liked to think or talk about besides it's not like their friendship is a bad thing.

Gon continues to watch them. They seem so engrossed in their conversation that Gon doesn't want to interrupt them especially when he notices Palm's frown and Killua's annoyed expression. He shakes his head – they really can't have a talk without fighting, can't they? Though Killua's hunched shoulders and crossed arms make his positure look almost defensive, so maybe this isn't like their usual banter, this might be something more... serious.

"Why are you so stubborn?" The wind carries Palm's chiding words and Gon acts on instinct. He steps closer while masking his aura, focusing all his senses on his friends' conversation.

"I'm not!" Killua huffs and continues to glare at his shoes. "He doesn't need to know."

"Gon is your friend! He needs to know about it the most!" Palm counters and Gon feels his stomach sink. Still, he has a feeling that even though this isn't a conversation he is supposed to hear, he has to.

"Oh my god, no! It doesn't matter anymore..." Killua's voice sounds strained like he is tired of this topic and he looks with a pleading look at Palm, but it warrants the opposite reaction.

"It doesn't matter?" Palm's voice jumps an octave as she gapes at the white-haired boy beside her. "You broke down crying in front of me because of that! And you say, it doesn't matter?"

Killua winces but doesn't say a word, getting too busy with staring at his shoes again. The silence stretches on for a few minutes before Killua lets out a long exhale.

"What do you expect from him knowing it, huh?" He mumbles, but Gon can hear it clearly thanks to his sharpened senses. "He already apologized. The rest is my stupid problem."

Gon closes his eyes as Palm bites her dark lips. He is grateful to the silence that returns into the conversation again, it gives him time to digest what he heard. Every spoken word is lead heavy in his stomach and Gon breaths out a soft, bitter chuckle. Well, this is what people who eavesdrop get.

"Okay," Palm finally says and it temporarily snaps Gon out of his misery. Killua's soft sigh of relief doesn't go unnoticed either. "I don't agree with you, but this is your life, your decision."

Killua nods, his gratefulness is apparent only in his eyes, but it shines in them clearly. Palm sighs and stands up, straightening her dress out.

"I'm going now, he should be here soon anyway," she looks at Killua with concern. "Take care of yourself! Or well... try to, okay?"

Killua huffs, his lips curling into a weary smile. "Got it!"

After Palm leaves, Gon sits at his hiding place for a bit longer, trying to force his expression into a neutral one, but he fails at it. Badly. Eventually he stands up and starts walking towards Killua. When the white-haired boy looks up and their eyes meet Gon really hates how he can't hide his emotions. It takes Killua only one look at his face to know that he heard the conversation.

Gon stops in front of his friend and looks into his blue eyes.

"Hey" he says. Other than I'm sorry he doesn't have anything to say so he stays silent.

Killua stares back, his expression void of any emotion.

"Hey."

A/N: Requested by atnak16 on tumblr!
Prompt used for this fic was: things you said that i wasn't meant to hear.

Here I am with another prompt fic!
Sorry for not writing more, life is kicking my butt as per usual, and now that I'm tutoring I have even less time to write, orz

For this fic: I always wondered what would happen if Gon would hear about Killua's breakdown you know when so I just wrote this. Tho I didn't write anything in particular about what happens, but yeah...

I hope you liked it atleast a bit!