Kaito felt the laugh bubble and he had to work really hard to not let it out. “Which part? The one where I hoped you’d offer your bed or me asking you if you were alright?” He smirked. The detective just made it so easy for him to tease the crap out of him.
Hakuba pushed himself away, though he hadn’t meant to be quite so forceful about it, and adjusted his suit jacket with a pout. “The former,” he said, once more cursing his fair english complexion. “One moment you’re talking about tabling emotionally complicated discussions, the next you’re joking about sleeping in my bed?”
The detective shook his head, running a hand down the side of his face and over the side of his neck in a desperate attempt to dispel his nerves. “Baaya is bringing us cake. You… you stop that. A-and be… be careful with that wine. I swear to god if you drop it, I’ll be forced to lick it off of the floor.”