Only thing he couldn’t sort out was himself? Well, nobody said love was easy and it would be difficult if the other person was confused. If he were being honest, it did surprise him, how easily the most logical types seemed to have the most problems with emotions. Then again, emotions were very messy and mixed things.
Still, KID pulled away for the moment, grinning devilishly. (With the eyes in combination with that, that was probably creepy on some level, but he really didn’t think about that.) “Are you sure you wish to continue? If you cannot sort it out, I feel like I’m not being a gentleman for continuing onward, Hakuba.“
Something about that expression reminded the detective of that Koizumi girl. Hakuba reluctantly removed his hand from KID, biting his lip afterward. Words. Always words. Confirmations, written statements, conclusive evidence. He appreciated that KID was asking for permission but the last thing he wanted to do was outright state that, yes, he wanted KID. He wanted to be with him with a longing ache that he’d been staving off for a very long time. He cared for Kaito, worried for him. Went to the heists still, despite having sworn off actually attempting capture, to make sure that he would make it out okay. But he couldn’t say that because, despite the evidence, he did not know in absolute, concrete, certain terms that KID felt the same way.
And even if he did, would that make a difference? Would either of them be safe from each other? Was Hakuba mistakenly taking things far too seriously?
Hakuba glanced toward the bottle of scotch sitting on the coffee table, hesitating. How was he getting cold feet now?!
"You are a gentleman,” Hakuba said at first, sighing. “And… I do… want you to continue. Very much so. It’s just…" He licked his lips, took a breath, then pushed a smile as he turned back to KID. "Very difficult to.. say it.”