He held up the bottle of Jack at the last question. “Don’t have much in the ways of pain stuff” He huffed and narrowly missed bashing his bad thigh with the bottle when he moved his arms dramatically it sit his hands on his narrow waist. “What do you mean? It takes 13 hours to get to Tokyo from London.”
Hakuba set the duffel bag down on the floor and took a seat on the coffee table once he knew it was steady. “Yes, from London, but I haven’t bee home in months, Kuroba-kun. Let me see your leg- and, give me that bottle; you don’t need any more alcohol right now."
He reached for the bottle, brows furrowed. "Honestly… since you’ve had so much, I can’t give you anything but a shot of local anesthetic. I won’t envy your hangover, either. Have you at least had something to eat? Water?"