Such a definitive answer makes Gon wilt in his enthusiasm. Pouting lightly, he sags in his position, pressing his forehead against the glass while he thinks. The answer is simple but Gon takes awhile to get around to it, too hung up on the plans he had formed that he was now forced to cancel. Work was important and if Killua couldn't get away from it...

The answer forms and he perks up, smiling at Killua reassuringly. Yes, this plan was good. Still smiling, Gon marches to the door, pushing it open and beaming when he steps inside.

"Killua! Do my feet too." He says loudly, grinning broad and proud while his hands slip under the strap of his backpack.