Kaito watched him confusion slowly coming across his face, the realization, then the embarrassment at him jumping to a conclusion. Exhaling sharply he scratched the back of his neck. “We’re a pair aren’t we. I swear I have never had problems talking or flirting with other people why is it that when ever I’m around you I can’t think straight, or say what I want to. I’m just fumbling around. I feel like an bumbling idiot. Who just keeps trip and crashing over and into everything. I’m sorry I’ve really made a mess of things, haven’t I?”
He gave him a small embarrassed grin.
The detective stared at him for half a moment, then burst out laughing. “My god, you say that to the one who has actually been tripping over everything tonight!" His shoulder shook as he laughed, bringing a hand up to try to cover his mouth and muffle the sound, but it was difficult to hold back. "The fumbling at your arrival, the disaster at dinner, the argument in my bedroom, the literal tripping in the hallway, nearly dropping the wine just now…”
Hakuba sighed, giggles still rolling out of him as he shook his head, pressing a hand to his forehead. “I don’t usually have these troubles, either. Just with you, you damned… whatever you are.” He paused. “See? I can’t even come up with some kind of clever quip. It really isn’t fair how you disarm me so. You at least aren’t blushing nearly as much as I am.”
Another pause. “Almost, but not quite.”