“You’re welcome,” he added quickly before tensing up at the mention of his own father. He hadn’t seen either of his parents in awhile actually. Not since that little stunt his mother pulled with the handcuffs.
“My dad is… well…” It was difficult to find the correct words. Ever since his parents had left he had been hounded by many fans and reporters into telling them about him. Where he was. What he was working on now. What was he drawing inspiration on. When he would be finished. He had gotten so used to giving vague responses but no one had asked him in such a long time. Perhaps he was just out of practice.
“He and my mother are in Europe right now, I think. She calls about once a week to check up on me and everything going on here. He’s just working on a new book. They take up a lot of his time and focus so I don’t really talk to him all that much.”
In fact, he hadn’t had a serious conversation with his father in years. The man was too busy writing his novels and Shinichi was too busy trying to be better than him. It was more of a rivalry than anything.
It seemed as though neither detective, despite being notoriously egotistical, really wanted to talk about himself. Odd.
Hakuba nodded as he listened, as he usually did. “Europe! Unfortunate that I’m not there to meet them.” He chuckled after that, the sound somewhere between a playful joke and a legitimate regret. He would have loved to meet them, but just because they were in Europe in no way meant that he would be in the same area, that they would have time/interest, or that he would even have the guts to approach them.
He moved on, continuing down the sidewalk with the other detective. “How’s your caseload, if you don’t mind my asking? I remember a little while ago that you were quite prolific.”