Gon didn't think for a second that Milo was above sabotaging an opponent the night before a fight.
The guy was cunning, always looking for an edge, and Gon wouldn't put it past him to try something sneaky.
Milo might have claimed he wasn't here to fight, but that didn't mean he wasn't here for something else.
A mind game, a distraction, anything to throw Gon off before tomorrow.
Gon took a slow breath, forcing himself to stay calm.
If Milo wanted to mess with his head, he wouldn't let him. He'd stay sharp, stay focused.
Gon didn't ease his stance right away.
His heart was still racing, though whether from the sudden tension or the lingering effects of Dina, he wasn't sure.
Speaking of, a wave of unease crept over him.
He had been so caught up in the moment with Dina that he hadn't even questioned the apple she had given him.
He had taken it, bitten into it without hesitation, without even asking where she had gotten it or what might have been in it.
