Kaito watched him humiliated, terrified. His stomach rolled dangerously and he launched up and out of his seat. The shaking had moved from his up his arms. Memories from that night flooded back to him all at once. Wrapping arms around his waist he watched the other. His breath came in short quick pants and he felt his vision fade. All thoughts on his escape route vanished.
Please let this be a lie. Don’t …
He bowed his head and struggled with staying right where he was. His imagination was running rapidly around and around.
“Kuroba-kun…?” Hakuba watched him helplessly, turned in his seat to look at him, half wanting to run to him, half wanting to crawl under the table and die. “There’s no poison, I swear to God. I would never– not to you, not to anyone else, oh God… no, I… I… please forgive me, I…"
The detective grimaced, turning back to the table to bury his face in his hands. He wanted to eat and show Kaito that things were fine, but as he reached a hand for the fork to force himself, the lump in his throat just pressed harder. "It’s fine, Kuroba-kun, I swear it.” He forced it down, then reached for the soup that was still there, getting a spoonful to eat, as well.
He reached for his wine glass, hesitated, then went for Kaito’s, which he took a long sip from, feeling absolutely miserable. What a mess their dinner had turned into.