That said servant was one he nearly ran into. Embarrassed far beyond he could take he blushed and shook his head. Quickly he moved down the hall and to the guest bathroom, once there he practically showered again. Face dripping the water he struggled to settle his stomach. This wasn’t like him at all. The sickness that came from nerves, the embarrassment at his own stupidity. He was usually so much better than this. Always one step ahead. What is Hakuba? Did he just not care to put forth an effort.
His hand slid into his hair and he blushed . No, it was because it WAS Hakuba that made everything important. When had the approval of one person mean so much to him? When did Hakuba start to mean so much to him? Exhaling he started to bring a hand to his mouth and paused he was trembling. Glaring he moved it to his churning stomach. He was so nervous and scared and …. so happy.
Leaned back against the counter he slicked his hair get with the remaining water and took several deep breaths before settling on the fact that he was going to figure this out soon.
Grounded again he walked back to the dinning room.
By the time Kaito returned, another bottle of wine had been brought out. Hakuba really wasn’t certain if they were going to be able to enjoy Kaito’s, so it was better to be safe than sorry. He poured some into his own glass, then sighed, drumming fingers against the table. The moment he heard Kaito’s approaching footsteps, he froze and slowly turned to look at him again, nervous smile plastered on his face.
“Oh, ah… welcome back, Kuroba-kun… I trust you found your way?” A pause. “I’m… so terribly sorry if I’ve mucked everything up. Again. I have to admit that I can be quite awkward at times… ah…”