“—No. I think I’ve my… situation covered this time. At least, until the body might be found.”
Sazerac tried really hard to not brush the halfer off him. Tried to put a stopper upon the urge to instinctively return him back to the floor, forcefully or otherwise. He’d offered help, after all—he’d keep the word mum of how uncomfortable he was right now, though his body spoke of the exact opposite. “That’s fine. Take your time.”
Stopped in his tracks cold and rooted himself where he stood, arms crossed. They were outside now, and the vapid night air did little to sift through thistled leaves—or anything really, in general. The bright side of this darkened sky was that at least the weather wasn’t humid. Surely a breeze would come in sooner or later.
Hakuba didn’t linger long with arms around the Osakan, carefully pulling himself back up to his feet. He took a moment to steady himself, staying close to Janus for both physical and physiological support. Managing short, measured breaths to calm himself, the detective calmed. He pressed the heel of his palm against his left eye.
"Sorry ‘bout all of that. I think I’m all right now. You said that he hospital is a bit of walk from here, yes?” His British accent was thicker, somehow, than it normally was when he spoke English. “Hold on… the body? Around here?”