“What?” He hissed. The stared at the monocle he gave Hakuba. The monocle that bridge everything for them. His one item for Hakuba to remember him by. Everything he had given him. His faith and trust in the detective, in the person. It was being given back. He scrambled to remember what he had done so wrong to call for this.
He turned from him and set the wine down gently on the table lest not he throw it at some thing or some one. Taking a none to helpful breath he whirled on Hakuba. Anger and pain sharping his senses and making him weak in the knees.
That… wasn’t the reaction Hakuba had expected. He blinked up at him, expression faltering for a moment. “W-well…” He gulped again, watching him set the bottle down, wondering if the red flags going up in his mind were legitimate. The anxiety had returned a hundred fold and the detective, for the life of him, could not understand what had happened. “I thought that you may want this back, as it’s… it’s an heirloom, and dangerous in anyone else’s hands… I don’t wish to compromise you, even by accident…"
Hakuba looked back down at the object in his hands, held out in offering even so, though with the sudden tension, he wondered if he should pull it back.
"I want you to stay safe, Kuroba-kun, and me holding this evidence… I mean, no one is infallible, myself included…"