As he watched Hakuba try all of the dishes the small bubble of hope came back and he wanted so badly to squash it. He took a tiny hesitant step towards him. A long sigh escaped him. That fear hadn’t quiet gone away and that frustrated him to no end.
“Hakuba …” He whispered quietly. “Stop.”
Swallowing hard, Hakuba set Kaito’s wine glass back on the table and looked over at him, frown fixed on his face. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, reaching for his napkin again. Leaning back in his chair, shoulders slumping, brows knit.
“I really didn’t mean to frighten you…"
God, he wanted to throw up.