“Hold me.” Was out of his mouth before he could stop it. Whining again he covered his face in his hands. “NOT! Damn it!! That came out all weird!! I meant ….” He sighed and gave up. That was what he want in the most innocent way possible. “Just sit here a while. Everything still feels like dream to me and I’m so afraid that I’m going to wake up and find out it is.”
The detective hesitated, recalling how just minutes before this same person had been in near shambles on the kitchen floor. The roller coaster of emotions hadn’t stopped at any point in their recent interactions, and Hakuba had to wonder just how shattered his thief had become. Not that he was terribly surprised; watching him day after day in class had painted a despairing portrait of disguised misery. Still, it hurt no less to watch him writhe underneath the pokerface.
“All right,” he finally said, and pulled himself away from the door, quietly padding across the room and to the bed. Hakuba hadn’t reacted outwardly to Kaito’s first request, but he chose to sit close to him, anyway, feet on the floor perched on the edge of the bed .“Is this adequate?”