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Pride and Obligation

smokebombsandmirrors:

Kaito looked up at him. The tears were shining in the light. He felt so conflicted and confused. He nodded his head and leaned back against the couch cushions. Hakuba had stayed, that had changed everything for him. He didn’t lose him, he still had a chance to end the loneliness he felt.

“I’m sorry.” He murmured softly. The tears threatened to spill over. There was just too much. He was like a raw nerve. All bundled up and pull as tight as he could go.  

Hakuba shook his head, embarrassed by the emotional scene before him. It was worrying, too; Kaito was normally so good at hiding his feelings, but here he was, nearly shattered. “It’s all right; you’re just very… drunk. Things will be better in the morning.” Surely, it was just the drink talking. Just the drink crying.

The detective set to work cleaning the wound, swabbing the puncture site as carefully as he could while still being effective. It was a delicate balancing act, but something that he had a lot of experience with. He just hoped that Kaito wouldn’t scream; this part always hurt the most.

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Pride and Obligation

smokebombsandmirrors:

He pouted as he handed the bottle over. “I’ve never had a hangover in my life, thank you. Wait …. Haven’t been home? You mean you never left?”

Multiple expression came across his face all at once. Anger, confusion, embarrassment, joy then finally something soft and personal. “You came to the heist. I thought you ….” he bowed his head and sat promptly on the couch and buried his face in his hands. “Never want to …”

The reaction startled him, confused him. Had he said something wrong?

Or… right, perhaps?  

“No, I haven’t left, and yes, I was at the heist. Of course I went to the heist." Hakuba shook his head, taking the bottle, and set it behind him on the table. "I said that my priorities changed, not that I wouldn’t participate at all." 

He bent to riffle through the duffel, pulling out a bottle of water, an astringent, cotton swabs, and gauze, laying out the supplies on the table next to him. 

"It’s all right… everything is going to be fine, Kuroba-kun. Just let me take care of it." 

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{ whiteknighthakuba }

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   Aggravated and cold, she tugged the sleeve of the nearest person and grumbled behind her scarf. “Did I miss th’ bus…?”

Hakuba pulled out his pocket watch and checked the time, then verified it with the time on his wrist. “No; it’s still another seven minutes, thirty-four seconds, and…”  he paused, thinking better of mentioning the rest, and offered a smile. “Well, that’s all approximate." 

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Pride and Obligation

smokebombsandmirrors:

He held up the bottle of Jack at the last question. “Don’t have much in the ways of pain stuff” He huffed and narrowly missed bashing his bad thigh with the bottle when he moved his arms dramatically it sit his hands on his  narrow waist. “What do you mean? It takes 13 hours to get to Tokyo from London.”

Hakuba set the duffel bag down on the floor and took a seat on the coffee table once he knew it was steady. “Yes, from London, but I haven’t bee home in months, Kuroba-kun. Let me see your leg- and, give me that bottle; you don’t need any more alcohol right now." 

He reached for the bottle, brows furrowed. "Honestly… since you’ve had so much, I can’t give you anything but a shot of local anesthetic. I won’t envy your hangover, either. Have you at least had something to eat? Water?"