…It felt like Heiji had suffered enough. Had he not taken the utmost control to calm himself down, things might have escalated into a situation worse than this. He hadn’t wanted to say anything more, and perhaps he should have left the abandoned building himself—but he didn’t care. Didn’t care about whether one of them would be left drenched in the rain, or if he’d have to throw another punch to make his want of solitude clear—
“Leave. I will not say it again.”
No. Barring those dire situations, he was above using physicality.
“Ah…”
Hakuba wanted to say more, to perhaps try his comparison again, but the lack of accent and familiarity in Heiji’s voice stopped him. Had he known that his use of that nickname would be quite so offensive, he wouldn’t have gone there. The blond detective bit his lip, then took a step backward, turning toward the exit. “Excuse me.”
He was greeted at the door with the wind and rain, but left despite, shoes squeaking. Hakuba closed it behind him, then stood in the doorway, fishing in his pocket for his cellphone once more, before stepping out into it.
That had been… odd, to say the least. Almost disturbing. Touching his neck as he walked, Hakuba stayed as close to the buildings as he could to find shelter from the storm. Baaya wasn’t picking up, but then, reception this area was poor. He’d have to get closer to the city center. He made it two streets down before he realized that he’d left his suit jacket behind.