#;;future

He knew that energy. Their paths hadn’t crossed in some time. Gon imagined he’d never see this man again. Part of him was astonished he was alive. But he could feel those eyes boring into him-- an instinct he couldn’t suppress. Biscuit’s training was so ingrained, even a decade later he couldn’t rid himself of it.

That smell. He’d never forget it-- not in a million years. But what-- why was he here? He shouldn’t have come-- shouldn’t have bothered dragging himself to this small island. Gon felt a swell of doubt in his heart, an utter lack of resolve to face this person.

So he ran. He sprinted through the museum, shoes clacking as he made a beeline for backstage. He didn’t want to be seen-- not by him. He knew if he saw that person-- those old feelings would return in force. Gon had worked long and hard to repress them all. He had to keep his promise.