He hadn’t heard him. He was to absorbed into his thoughts. Carefully he shifted forward as something clicked into place. Resting his hands on the counter he braced against them and tried to breath.
Hakuba tilted his head, coming around the corner to look for him. “You’re not on the couch, so I assume…” He paused when he found him in the kitchen, tilting his head to regard him. Of course he wasn’t all right; Kuroba Kaito never was. How could he be with so much additional stress? It hadn’t been fair of him… none of it.
He approached quietly, footpads soft on the dining and kitchen room floor. “Kuroba-kun?” he asked, voice quiet in gentle concern.