Yuya's later than usual returning to the bathhouse, having become tied up in running around with other members of the carnival, sightseeing, and practicing his magic with what time they have left. He'd lost track, until he realized they only had a few more days of the week.

This evening, he called Gongenzaka some hour ago to find out what he was going to be doing and if they could meet up, so Yuya knows which room to find him soaking in. It isn't one he's been to yet, so he doesn't get to flex his mirror travel and has to book it the long way up the stairs--but he makes it, leaving his clothes in the changing room, grabbing towels, and sliding into the water a couple feet from Gongenzaka.

"Hey," he starts with a smile, turning to look at him. "Sorry I took so long, I--"

Whatever excuse he had falls flat as he looks at the hole in Gon's chest--or, more accurately, the ink spiraling around it. He points. "What's that?"