“…You alright?”
He arched a brow, more than a little puzzled about the detective’s behavior and unexpected rambling. Perhaps he always did talk a lot, but that didn’t explain the way he suddenly stopped and stared down the hallway, like…something was there?
“You were asking why I was here. Sort of.” Pausing, suddenly feeling a little uneasy himself, he shifted his hold on the bag, expression turning sheepish. “And, speaking of which… Mind if I borrow your shower? Or bath? Either works, really. My bathroom’s—”
‘…possibly filled with dopplegangers trying to get into my pants. Or kill me. I’m not sure which yet.’
“—being renovated.”
“Wh-what? Oh… ah, yes, that’s… that’s more than fine…” Hakuba shook his head, pulling out of the sort of daze that he’d fallen under while trying to pay attention to his guest. He couldn’t shake the feeling of hearing… well, something back where he’d come from. That hallway, where his bedroom was.
He licked his lips and reached over to put an arm around Kaito’s shoulders, turning him toward the hallway. No, wait. They were going to the kitchen, weren’t they? He turned them toward the kitchen.
“Yes, of course… walk-in shower or the garden tub, that would be fine. Not a worry at all. Hot chocolate first? And oh, right, you asked me a question. Ah. I’m fine. There’s just…"
Hakuba frowned, looking to the hallway again.
"Something… odd going on.” No, that sounded stupid. “I mean, I haven’t been sleeping much. Again. Something about… nightmares… Er, I mean, not that the dove hasn’t been doing its job, I just keep staying up too late and, ah… the…”
More frowning. When had he turned toward the hallway again?
“…Hot… cocoa…?"