“Haku-chan!” Grinning almost impossibly wide, the thief stumbled out of the treatment room, where his shoulder had been checked and the cut on his temple had been sewn. His left shoulder had been fixed in place with a brace and his temple was decorated by steri strips. But he didn’t seem to care.
Looping his free arm around the blonde’s neck, half his weight was also transferred over, which seemed to make him a little more steady on his feet. “I’ve missed you, Haku-chan! The doctors were prodding me all over! That was not nice!” For a moment he pouted, but quickly grinned again, and looked up unfocussed.
“They were weighing me with the clothes when I came in and I was still wearing my special belt.” He let go again, to open up the black belt he was wearing and slid it out of the trousers and held it up. Its material was rather thick, mainly because it was filled with little lead plates. “So I think the morphine shot was messed up.” He snickered and used the Halfbrit as support, again.
“Can you get me home? The world’s a little wobbly.” For another moment he looked disoriented, but shook it off quickly. Instead he was sniffing curiously now. “Haku-chan? You’re smoking too much. Your breath stinks. You don’t get people to kiss you that way. I wouldn’t.”
It amused him almost as much as it was concerning that the dosage of such powerful drugs had been off, but then, medical personnel did what they could with what they had to work with, and he was certain that it was just a matter of urgency that had caused the little miscalculation. Besides, with Kaito conscious, there wasn’t too much to worry about, right?
He used his hands to help steady the thief, smirking as he took in the request. “Aha, of course I’ll help you to get ho-"
He stopped himself at the sniffing and the comment that followed, amusement dying quickly. Did his breath really smell? The detective frowned, angling his head away, suddenly quite concerned. He’d been trying to keep the habit a secret, of course, and it wasn’t as if he smoked very often, but then with Kuroba getting injured and everything, he’d been so stressed…
"Ah…” Hakuba struggled to dig around in his pocket while supporting the other, looking for a stick of gum. He usually kept some on his person for just that reason, but that wouldn’t really remove the scent from his clothes if it lingered. “…anyway, it… ah, let’s just… get you home."
Awkward. So awkward.