It was an awkward situation to be sure; one that Hakuba would have never let happen, normally, unless certain other conditions had first been met. The blond detective stirred somewhat when he felt the bed press to allow for more weight, and he tugged at the pillow under his head in a desperate attempt to stay asleep.

It had been a long night – the storm hadn’t ceased as he’d been told, his car had stalled thanks to the attack earlier that evening, and he’d had to break into the Kudou home just to escape the torrent. His clothes hung in the bathroom over the shower curtain rod to dry, but he hadn’t managed to find any replacements in the interim. Yes, he’d found Kudou’s room, but Shinichi was far slighter than he was.

In the end, Hakuba had given into exhaustion and crawled into the bed, hoping that Shinichi would understand when they were able to talk. After all, the foreign detective wouldn’t have become the proverbial visiting Goldilocks without a very good reason. As it was, the chill of wind and rain clung to him, leaving his pale skin cool to the touch despite the blankets.