“—That’s fine. No need fer that.”
It seemed that was all pride would permit of the Osakan detective. A few flashes of memories, yet the biggest of gaps was yet to be completely filled in. Intense frustration continued to pulse into his system, but his expression remained decidedly annoyed in a light-hearted fashion. “Sorry KID’s made ya come this far out. Ya needn’ worry ‘bout me no more.”
Though, that thought was decidedly curious. How did KID know it would be this annoying detective that held at least some of those missing fragments of his memory? It was just as perplexing as the idea that the flash of silver his memories allowed of him did not belong to the lighter in the foreign teen’s possession.
Still, he did not want to trouble anyone else more for his disturbingly poor memory. At this point, it might be best to visit the scene in where he was found—even if it had burned down to mere ashes upon pavement. “I can handle it from here.”
Hakuba breathed an audible sigh of relief, then blushed faintly at his very obvious outward faux pas. He cleared his throat with a small cough into a first, then busied himself, stowing the lighter away in its rightful place once more.
“Certainly, Hattori-san."
He took a step back, then hesitated again. Was that really all?
"Ah, if… you should desire any further assistance of any kind, I’m… assuming that you have my mobile number, correct?”
The foreign detective said this with a wince, but steeled himself afterward, inwardly blaming Kaitou for this entirely awkward interaction.
See? We can have a civil conversation… There was no need to worry, Kaito-kun.