Kaito shrugged. “It’s fine. Detectives gotta do what they gotta do.” But he was still curious about the incontrovertible evidence. Did he leave fingerprints? Get caught on camera? He thought that the only evidence he left was in the realm of ‘suspicious, but still just circumstantial enough that he could wiggle out of it.’ And then there was the question of why Hakuba didn’t use it against him. But it was unlikely Hakuba was going to talk.
He sat back down. “C’mon and relax a bit. You’re so uptight sometimes.”
The uncertain, almost worried expression turned to a dry frown. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to relax after having been accused of being uptight.” But the change of topic did help Hakuba to loosen up some.
He shivered, looking himself over again, and reluctantly began to pull his suit jacket away. It was heavy with rain water, and he wondered just how much of his belongings had been damaged by the storm.
“Is it really all right for me to stay put for the time being?”