No.
No, they really weren’t important.
He held his tongue though, keeping that particular piece of information from slipping out. It would just serve to confuse Hakuba and bring about more questions than he felt comfortable answering right now.
“Yes, I can imagine it was.” Indigo eyes gave the detective a careful once over, taking in the unusually messy state he was in. The corners of his lips twitched and the smile plastered to them turned just a hint more natural and amused – there was a concerned glint in his eye though, followed by a brief flash of guilt upon noting the pained look in Hakuba’s own, but a turn of his head hid it swiftly enough under the shadow of that white top hat.
“Haven’t been sleeping well? …Bad dreams?”
“Ah…” Hakuba’s tired smirk became a genuinely tired smile. “When there’s time for sleep, anyway, it’s been fragmented at best."
He combed a hand through his hair, giving him a moment to sort through his thoughts. The results only gave him cause for a helpless shrug. "Not that it really matters, Kaitou-san… as has been said before, ‘the nightmare is always by your side.’”
The detective stood awkwardly, caught between wanting to pull the thief back, close, and wanting to hide in his embarrassment. He didn’t want anyone to feel sorry for him, or to see him so unguarded. Yet… yet it was tempting, despite.
He waved a hand dismissively. “It’s nothing to worry about.”