Because he wanted to hold his hand and because Hakuba was still nervous around him Kaito stuffed his hands into his pockets. At the others words he found himself whipping his head around to look at him. What was that supposed to mean? Did he want to wait before they …. He messed up again and now Hakuba was apologizing for nothing. Refraining from tearing his hand into his bangs and degrading himself he kept uncharacteristically quiet.
The silence was a bad sign, and Hakuba frowned, finally glancing at him. “Ah…” But what could he say to fix it? Which specific thing, of the very long list of wrongs he’d done that night, was Kuroba upset about now?
Heaving a sigh, Hakuba turned back to look ahead again, his own hands finding their way into his pockets. Miserable, guilty, ashamed, feeling chided in the wake of the lack of response.
Things had been better just before Baaya had interrupted. Dangerous, but better. He didn’t know how to feel or what to do and that, in and of itself, was frustrating enough, but to have Kuroba wrapped up in it and all of the stress from everything else… god he wanted that wine. Alcohol always made things a little bit easier to deal with.
He fumbled with his keys, pulling them from his pocket once they got to the door. Two locks later, he looked back at Kaito, then gestured for him to go in first. “After you."