Kaito looked up at him. The tears were shining in the light. He felt so conflicted and confused. He nodded his head and leaned back against the couch cushions. Hakuba had stayed, that had changed everything for him. He didn’t lose him, he still had a chance to end the loneliness he felt.
“I’m sorry.” He murmured softly. The tears threatened to spill over. There was just too much. He was like a raw nerve. All bundled up and pull as tight as he could go.
Hakuba shook his head, embarrassed by the emotional scene before him. It was worrying, too; Kaito was normally so good at hiding his feelings, but here he was, nearly shattered. “It’s all right; you’re just very… drunk. Things will be better in the morning.” Surely, it was just the drink talking. Just the drink crying.
The detective set to work cleaning the wound, swabbing the puncture site as carefully as he could while still being effective. It was a delicate balancing act, but something that he had a lot of experience with. He just hoped that Kaito wouldn’t scream; this part always hurt the most.