The magician heaved a mental sigh of relief when Hakuba didn’t say anything about his choice in movie and flashed a small grin in return as he took the case, popped it open and showed the disk into the DVD-player in front of him.
“Of course I did. What, you don’t trust me?” It’s said in a mostly teasing tone, but there’s a hint of seriousness there that he couldn’t quite get rid of. As…surprisingly nice the little visit had been so far, Kaito still couldn’t help but feel slightly antsy – almost waiting for the usual tense atmosphere and arguments about him being KID or not and the accusations that came with them. And then there was the simple fact that they were at his house…
He shook his head.
Hakuba hadn’t done anything so far and they were having a, if not good, then at least decent time together and he had no desire to ruin that.
“Don’t worry,” Kaito said, getting to his feet. “I’m pretty sure your rootbeer and the pizzas are gonna be here any second.“
The detective gave a sigh of relief himself, though this was audible and somewhat exaggerated. "I hope so. As much as I’d love to trust you as far as I can throw you – which might be a surprising distance considering how squirrely you are – I’m rather anxious to try it."
Truthfully, Hakuba did want to bring up the Kid business. It seemed ridiculous that they were forced into such an awkward standing with each other. Hakuba had figured out the secret and still hadn’t turned Kaito in, so why was it such a big deal? Why the constant denial and forced, arbitrary degree of separation?
Maybe it was not knowing the answer to that question that bothered him most of all.
Getting comfortable, Hakuba pulled the silver pocket watch out and looked at the time, comparing it to the watch on his wrist, then flipped it closed with a little snap.
"When is your mother expected back? Er, if I can ask…”