“… Go ahead.”
Like a cornered and wounded animal, Heiji remained sitting up in his bed with eyes meticulously watching the foreign detective’s further movements into the room. Whilst moving the folder out of the way for the vase, he verily wished that he could toss him out to spare the headache…
Well. As if there was anything else he could do to throw him out the window, or call the nurses (though, certainly, his pride would’ve prevented him from ever picking the latter choice). “Perhaps… doubt it, though. I’m passin’ by jus’ fine.”
All things considered, no one close enough needed to know about his lack thereof knowledge considering this event. Hakuba having such of it was the last thing the Osakan wanted him to know—it would be in his nature to throw a barb about it without physical repercussions.
“Fine, fine, indeed. I’m glad to hear it, then.”
Hakuba set the vase down, carefully brushed the plants to adjust the arrangement. When finished, he stood back to admire the work for a moment.
“I thought the request was odd, anyway. The last time I saw you, you were quite healthy. Ready to kill, perhaps, but not in peril. I left for London immediately after, so I’m not sure what that thief was thinking. Ah well.”
The blond detective turned to look down at Heiji, raising a faint brow, smile easy and pleasant. Mostly because it sounded like he was going to be able to leave without further time investment, which made him happy.
“In that case, I’ll wish you luck and a speedy recovery… and apology, once more, for things between us in the past.” Hakuba sighed, expression evening out. “Don’t think that your keeping my secrets has gone unnoticed or unappreciated, either. Adieu, detective."