[ He listens, even though he doesn't really know what she's talking about. The way she says it, it sounds like she needs to-- even if he's sure as hell that it's not him she should be talking to in the first place. It's frustrating, wanting to be useful, feeling like he should be, and not at all knowing how to actually follow through.

It's the last part that hits a little too close to home. He's quiet, biting his lip on the other end of the line, just his breathing letting her know he's still there. This suddenly feels like a lot of responsibility, and he's not ready for it. He wonders how much stock Ellie puts in his words and hopes it isn't much, for her sake. ]

Then he probably knows how you are about trusting people...

[ He doesn't mean anything by it; it's just been obvious from the start, and Killua would be willing to bet it's somewhat the same even with the people she's close to. ]

And he's gotta know you figured it out. If he's still sticking to his story, it must be important.

He's like...

[ Killua hesitates. Family is a touchy subject. ]

He's like your dad, right?