A soft laugh escaped the master thief then morphed into something a bit stronger. It wasn’t blusterous; it wasn’t even loud but it did make Kaito’s sides hurt from the strain. Struggling to right himself he straightened and took a deep breath.
“I’m doing fine. I’ve picked up a part time job and sent in some applications and got a few replies.” He said quietly and watched the sky.
It was a strange sort of calm for him. A weird, very weird feeling seemed to shift and settled in him. Looking back to his former classmate he moved his hands away from the door to his hoodie’s pockets.
“I wasn’t expecting you to ever swing by here. Except with another claim that I’m KID. So why are you here, Hakuba?”
Of course Kaito would immediately assume… why wouldn’t he?! God, accuse a person for the same crime half a dozen times and suddenly that’s all that ever seems to stick.
“It wasn’t to accuse you of anything, Kuroba-kun, if that’s what you’re insinuating…” Hakuba said, immediately on the defensive, though he halted the worst of it quickly. “Ah, no, I… I actually wanted to talk. If you had time. I…” He sighed. “What I mean to say is…” There were plenty of things that he could list – he was lonely, he needed a friend, he missed him, he wanted to find out how the whole stealing precious stones thing was going…
In the end, what he decided was a quiet and apologetic request.
“…I need some advice."