“But resting is so boring.” He whined playful. “And besides I get to feel your hands.~"
He was digging himself even deeper in this but he was also curious as to how far Hakuba could go before he just snapped. Even though he was teasing him there was something soft in his voice. Gently he reached out and stroked the back of his hand down the side of the detective’s face. It was impulsive, yes, but somehow felt needed. Just to have and give the reassurance that he was there for him and Hakuba was still there in front of him.
"You don’t have to undo my hard work just to feel my hands,” Hakuba said, though he really didn’t know how to feel about the implications of what he just said. The action distracted him from his thoughts, though, and he hesitated, hands stilling while Kaito touched his face. It relaxed him, somehow, and he closed his eyes just briefly to appreciate it before he set to work again.
Bloodied cotton swabs aside, he took out a fresh suture kit to snip the damaged pieces away before getting the needle to repair it.