That was all he needed to know. Kaito felt a smile slowly work its way across his face. A crazy unhinged smile that held a laugh behind it. This crazy detective. Taking in why expression he stepped aside, sobered his expression, and whistled twice.
“I shouldn’t have pushed like that. I know you hate him. It just caught me off guard.” Kaito said and watched the stairs.
Hakuba turned away from him, reaching for the wooden box of tea on the table in a huff, then gathered up his letters to stuff them back into the inside pocket of his suit jacket. “I don’t believe that I need you to tell me how I feel about anyone,” he snapped, ears pink with the heat of his broiling emotions.
He briskly moved past him, turning only once he was just ahead to offer a polite bow, though the scowl stayed fixed firmly in place. “Thank you for the tea. Good day, Kuroba-kun. I hope you have a wonderful life.”
As much as it hurt to be leaving like this, but the detective couldn’t see any other alternative, not with Kaito laughing at him. He turned stiffly on his heel again and marched for the door. It had been a mistake to come.