Kaito observed him from where he stood. His anger completely gone now left him drained. So Hakuba liked him. He … liked …. In a matter of minutes his face was blood red and he was tipping backwards wide eyed in shock. Catching himself in mid-tip he crouched low to the floor and shook.
What had he done? Confess? But! He never liked the detective like THAT …. right? Squeezing his eyes shut he really had to focus on thinking about it. No …. he did like him like that. Had always liked him like that.
Somewhere in Europe his mother was so mumbling ‘I told you so.’
Hakuba watched him, blinking, and felt his ears turn pink. His fair English skin did little to protect him from the displays of embarrassment, and he stood there for a moment, awkwardly just watching him. Then he glanced down the hallway to see if anyone else had caught their conversation, but it all seemed deserted.
Too deserted. He groaned, fingers moving through his hair again. The staff probably all knew by now, and Baaya had always known. But what did that mean…?
The detective swallowed hard, looking back down to Kaito. “Ah… K-Kuroba…” he said, voice soft as he stepped closer, moving to crouch down next to him. “Are… you all right?”