Kaito pouted and was just all around thoroughly confused. “How did you get here so fast?”
He moved away from the door to let Hakuba in. Limping back to the living room he snagged the half empty bottle of Jack and screwed the lid back on.
“I don’t live very far away, if you recall…” Although Hakuba had never explicitly invited Kaito over, he wouldn’t have been at all surprised to find that he’d been to the house before. Thieves, especially phantom ones, did as they pleased with little regard to anything like laws or conventional politeness.
Nevertheless, he stepped inside and repeated the same song and dance of formalities- removing his shoes, closing the door, apologizing for intruding, and so on, though this time he skipped the house slippers. He then hurried after Kaito, bug clutched tightly at his side.
Once in the living room, he took the scene in with a tired frown. “Ah… so you have been drinking,” Hakuba said, and shook his head in hypocritical incredulity. “Well, get comfortable… I’ve got to clean the wound before I can stitch it up. What have you had in the way of pain medication in the last six hours?”