“Well ‘cuse me fer not livin’ up to yer fancy expectations!” Heiji felt a shiver of anger run his spine combined with the insult to his pride. “Even if I knew where he was, I ain’t tellin’ th’ likes of you!” He took a deep breath.
“Do ya really think for a single second tha’ I waste my time thinkin’ bout ya and yer stupid thoughts?”
Hakuba took a moment to consider his words before responding, brow arching at the rather volatile reaction on the other end of the line.
“Now, now, Hattori-san… I know that you have a rather short fuse, but that’s no reason to get so sore about me. Here I am admitting my concerns and asking for your help, and you continue to act as though I’m desecrating a temple or something of that ilk."
He sighed, closing his eyes.
"Though, I do think that you think of me far more often than you’d like to admit. I know your type, Hattori-san~ you miss me just as much as I miss you."
…which was how much, exactly?