Kaito had felt him stumble into him. Tossing the wine up into the air he spun quickly and caught the detective, turned him into his chest and caught the wine as it came down in a matter of seconds. If he was honest he would have let the wine hit the floor. He didn’t care about that he was worried for Hakuba in his arms.
“Are you alright?” He asked concerned and a little smug just to hide his frantic heart.
It took several seconds for the detective to start breathing again, and when he did, it came out as a shaky gasp. He glanced up at Kaito, whom he had his arms wrapped TIGHTLY around, then pulled back in embarrassment to look for the wine.
“Y-yes, I’m… I’m fine,” Hakuba said, both relieved and mortified as he looked away, attempting to straighten up on his own two feet. As if he hadn’t just been so incredibly clumsy and ridiculous and… god. “Pardon, what… what were you saying?”