“That’s fine. I didn’t know that it was a seven hundred dollar bottle of wine. Thank you.” He said and waited before giving the alcohol a swirl not to mix the flavor just to simply do something with his hands.
He took a sip and welcome the dry heat in the back of his throat. Setting the glass back down he took up the fork and knife again. He was finally starting to relax properly. Glancing over to Hakuba he noticed the other had barely touched his food. He blinked a few times before he glanced down at his food. He swallowed thickly and felt his hands start shaking so bad he places the fork and knife down with a gentle clatter.
“What’s wrong? You’re not eating?” He said quietly and tried to keep the chill out of his voice and expression.
Hakuba blinked, fingers on the stem of his wine glass, glancing down at his food with sudden embarrassment. “Ah, I…” he stammered, wondering exactly how to explain it, turning to offer a pained and apologetic look to Kaito. “Apologies, I just can’t…”
Then he paused. What was wrong with Kuroba? Shaking, fear, the… subtle tremors, what happened? Was it something in the food? The detective looked down at Kaito’s plate, then back to Kaito, alarmed, and then it clicked.
“Oh! Oh, God! No! Kuroba-kun!” He laughed,bringing a hand to run through his hair anxiously, beside himself and horrified. “God, no I just can’t eat when I’m anxious! I’m so bloody terrified I haven’t been able to – just the water! But it’s…! God!”
Hakuba took a deep breath and hurriedly picked up his fork, with food on it, and forced it down, ears almost scarlet. As he chewed, he wondered if he should feel insulted, bringing up a napkin to cover his mouth as he swallowed, stomach twisting again. “…see?”