He nodded and walked in. The bottle was exactly where he left it on the table. Briskly he moved towards it a picked it up, then put it back down again.
“I’m sorry. I just reacted. I … was running on pure emotions and went for the kiss. I didn’t mean to askew your plans for tonight. I wanted this to go great too. Funny thing is that plans around me have a way of …. I wanted to kiss you, still do but if you want to take it slow and start off as friends then okay. I’m okay with that.” He turned and faced him. “But I have to know, Hakuba, in detail, what you want from me? What do you need from me? Before anything else happens I have to know.”
Once again, Hakuba found himself surprised. And disoriented. He stopped where he was, just a few feet from Kaito, to stare at him. There it was, the need and the chance for clarification. Kuroba had put the ball in his court, though for what reason he couldn’t fathom.
Hesitating, he lifted a hand to run through his hair, gaze dropping to the floor. “It’s all just a little overwhelming, Kuroba-kun…” Then came a sigh as he dropped his hand, helpless.
“One moment, I’m coming to you, whom I believe detests me, for advice… because I can’t decide what to do with myself… only to find out, tonight, that we’ve both been harboring secret feelings of affection and adoration… and now here you are in my bedroom."
Hakuba looked back at him and shrugged, nervous frown. "I’m terrified, honestly. I never thought I’d have the chance to… to tell you, much less kiss you, and… what am I supposed to say? I’m just as lost as you are… wanting, confused; needing, reluctant; elated, despairing. Relieved that you want to talk, so very, very scared that I’ll say all of the wrong things, just as I have all night… just as I did at your home, and after the heist… And then the monocle, I wanted to protect you, not hurt you… God, it’s a mess!"