Kaito didn’t even look out from behind the covers simply leaned over against him and rested his head on the other’s shoulder. “Why don’t we make an agreement that I never drink Whiskey again? I’m still all messed up.” He pouted and glared at the wall.
Hakuba inclined his head, glancing down at Kaito and lifted his brows, equal parts skeptical and amused. “I think that may be a fair agreement, though I can’t really police your actions…” The detective smirked, and nudged Kaito’s head with his nose, playfully. “Scotch is better, anyway, though.”