“I kid a bit, Hakuba. I wouldn’t mind if we continued a bit with drinking, but not to the point of everything become a muddied blur.”
The way Hakuba was acting made him grin. He kissed Hakuba’s cheek. “What do you mean, though? You seem rather flustered… Are you not used to this?” A legitimate question on KID’s part. He was completely unaware of Hakuba’s private life.
“Ah… not… exactly…”
Hakuba turned his head away and dropped his head into his hands and groaned. If there was ever a time that he regretted his life choices, this moment was at the top of the list. God, how to explain? These moments, looking back in retrospect at of everything, it seemed quite obvious that the detective was a complete idiot. But how to convey that while also making it clear how he really felt about Kaito?
“Bloody hell…” Hakuba sighed. Was it his turn to tell Kaito far more information than he’d ever asked for? “Hotel rooms are wonderful for social calls and… networking which, you know, is… working. Ah… I…"
Was he explaining it well? Did he need to elaborate? Wait, what had he even said so far? Perhaps a different approach.
"For the longest time, I thought you couldn’t stand me. I watched you, got to know you from a distance. I’ve become quite fond of you. But I never expected that you…” What, return the affection? What if Kaito didn’t actually care and this was all casual for him?
Blushing furiously, Hakuba looked down at the carpet just beyond his feet.
“My apologies, I don’t want to presume anything. Not that there’s anything to presume. I just mean…”
Shit.