He looked to the attendant and sighed. Looking down to Hakuba he smiled at him. “Hey, don’t worry its just for a few months, right? It’ll fly by and we’ll keep in constant touch. This isn’t …….” He choked on goodbye. Mostly because he knew that it may as well could be. Hakuba was handsome and going back to a country he loved and that loved him. It was very easily possible that a few weeks in he could get a phone call saying ‘I’m sorry for the fling it was fun but I’ve found someone new. Enjoy your life, Kuroba.’
He felt himself pale and shook his head.Stay positive, Kaito.
“Right, that’s right,” Hakuba said, though his thoughts were much along the same lines. Kuroba was quite the catch in his own right, but more than that, being KID presented its own set of unique possibilities. It wouldn’t even be out of the realm of possibility for Kaito to die in the short time that he’d be gone, and if he really settled on Oxford, well..
The detective bit his lower lip again, attempting to avoid letting pain flicker on his face while the thought lingered. No, Kuroba was careful. He was very good at what he did. There was no reason to believe that he would meet such a terrible end while he was gone.
Unconvinced and anxious, he shuffled to his feet and looked down at him with a forced smile. “I’ll be back before you know it, Kuroba-kun. I can’t let you go long without pestering you, you know that. Detective’s duty and all that.” Hakuba laughed, and reached reluctantly for his bag.