He had noticed the tremble to the others hand and the tension in the air. Normally he would have passed it off as nerves but the crane was a reminder that the detective in front of him had been hurt.
“Are you alright?” He asked lightly but concerned.
Hakuba gave a wincing smile as he lowered the cup, setting it on the saucer in front of him. “Yes, I’m fine.” The lie came easily and so practiced that it was effortless. Dragging his hands back underneath the table, he stretched his back against the booth in an attempt to work out some of the muscle cramp discretely.
“I think I may still be a bit jet-lagged; it’s been a while since I’ve travelled.” He glanced back over to the other detective, tilting his head with an even broader and, hopefully, more charming smile– one similar to the kind he used to give in interviews. “Anyway, we were talking about Holmes. You know, a while back I was able to track down a milford coat just like the one in the series… god, it’s so comfortable.."
No, he wasn’t trying to change the subject at all…