Kaito couldn’t quite catch the hopeful and distraught expression before it lanced across his face but as soon as to was there it was gone again replaced by a sheepish smile.
“Your mother would kill you and me then hide our bodies somewhere in the moors of England."
He stood and placed his hands into his pockets to keep himself from reaching out and snagging the detective sleeve to keep him there.
"I… suppose that you’re right,” Hakuba said with a sigh, not even able to muster up enough cheer to chuckle at the joke. Pouting, he looked down at Watson’s carrier, then leaned back in his seat again.
“…though I think that she’d just have our bodies chopped up for the birds. Or burned. I don’t know. Donated to science… red cross…” He glanced at him, not turning his head. “She’d find a way to have our deaths benefit others, I’m certain, but it wouldn’t be at all pleasant for us, surely."
He looked at his watch again, then winced, closing his eyes as the expected voice came over the speaker to announce boarding for his flight. While the woman spoke, tones polite and cheerful, Hakuba remained rigid, head hanging, and only looked up when she was finished.
Bloody hell…