“Yeah, tell that to my hospital bill…” Kaito sat on the bed, shirtless. And, yeah, seemed like everything lately was going to hell, wasn’t it? He’d have a meltdown if he knew even more about that Bell Tree train mess or about Sazerac.
Hands behind his head, Kaito got up and followed Hakuba. What was with Hakuba lately and drinking? Not that he was tactless, but it was bothering him.
Hakuba plucked his suit jacket from the couch and unlocked the balcony, using his shoulder to push the sliding glass door open afterward. He knew that Kaito was following him, but he didn’t bother to argue. Kaito was stubborn, as himself and as KID, and probably wouldn’t listen anyway.
Out onto the balcony, Hakuba leaned against the concrete balcony rail, taking a swig of scotch straight from the bottle before setting it down on the ledge. Then, after a grimace and sharp exhale from the alcohol, he rummaged through his suit jacket and produced a pack of cigarettes – only to hesitate and push them back in their place. This was a non-smoking section of hotel. So instead he brought out the silver lighter and flicked it on and off uselessly. Brooding.