Kaito felt the pain lance threw his chest and he couldn’t drop his Poker Face to let him see. Taking a deep breath he unsteadily moved to his chair. He couldn’t sit now nor did he want to eat but …
“It wasn’t your fault I … I … reacted. Training.” He tried to smile and failed. He did reach for the wine and knocked all of it back before he had a chance to hesitate he knew if he did he wouldn’t be able to stay. “I …” he coughed. “I’m sorry. You didn’t have to force your self ….you look like your going to puke.”
He managed a timid smile on that the wine hit him in the head.
The detective carefully sighed– carefully, that is, to avoid being sick as Kaito had so bluntly pointed out. For a moment, all that he could do was breathe, hoping that the color in his face would fade quickly.
Hakuba retrieved his pocket watch, then, and set it on the table to look at while he reached for his water glass. “I’ll be all right… and I do understand. There’ve been plenty of situations where…” He hesitated, wincing. “Well, after the Sunset Mansion, I really can’t blame you.”
That entire experience, while not terribly unusual for Hakuba, did nothing to foster trust for others. He often wiped his cups and flatware down when in unfamiliar settings, so long as he could do so discretely. He looked up at Kaito again, biting his lip. Would he sit again?