Kaito winced. He couldn’t really help that. It was the way he dealt with his nerves. He was just trying to bring light to the situation.
“Sorry …I just…”
He shifted his hand to the neck of the bottle and refrained from moving it anywhere else by tucking it close to his chest. Over exaggerated yes but somehow necessary with the detectives words. He began to walk down the hall subdued and quiet.
Hakuba sighed, shoulders sagging again. He hadn’t meant to make him feel bad, but it was difficult not to lash out so critically when he was embarrassed. Frowning, he hurried to catch up to him and made sure to bump into his shoulder, little frown on his face, but eyes hopeful.
“Ah, I’m… sorry,” he said after a moment. “Like I said earlier, I’ve just been making a muck of everything all evening… well, month, really. Forgive me?"