Blink blink. Stare. Slow, uneasy frown. Face flushed with color.
“You… and I? Ah…” He cast a wary glance to the side, considering. “…I, ah, well. But, wait, how does Hattori fit into this? I can’t imagine how drunk i’d have had to have been to… do… /anything/ with /him/… if we’re referring to the same sorts of…?”
Hakuba’s frown deepened. To have done /things/ with Kid and not remember? After all this time and…? He bit his lip again. And /Hattori/???