He pouted as he handed the bottle over. “I’ve never had a hangover in my life, thank you. Wait …. Haven’t been home? You mean you never left?”
Multiple expression came across his face all at once. Anger, confusion, embarrassment, joy then finally something soft and personal. “You came to the heist. I thought you ….” he bowed his head and sat promptly on the couch and buried his face in his hands. “Never want to …”
The reaction startled him, confused him. Had he said something wrong?
Or… right, perhaps?
“No, I haven’t left, and yes, I was at the heist. Of course I went to the heist." Hakuba shook his head, taking the bottle, and set it behind him on the table. "I said that my priorities changed, not that I wouldn’t participate at all."
He bent to riffle through the duffel, pulling out a bottle of water, an astringent, cotton swabs, and gauze, laying out the supplies on the table next to him.
"It’s all right… everything is going to be fine, Kuroba-kun. Just let me take care of it."