Kaitou stiffened, fingers twitching and hand lifting just the slightest of an inch, as if about to reach out and grab the detective, to keep him from falling. But, upon noting that he was alright, he hid the movement with a casual shrug of his shoulders and a lighthearted, amused snicker.
He hadn’t quite expected Hakuba to get that startled.
“I might tend to pass by from time to time,” the thief answered, lips tugging into a smile as he moved closer – past the bed and across the carpet, stopping only when he was less than a foot away from the blonde. His smile stretched wider. “I see you’ve been taking good care of them.”
He tilted his head, briefly motioning towards the vase or, more specifically, the roses it was holding. “Did you like them?”
Where the detective had faltered, the thief picked up the slack. Kid’s unending confidence garnered an appreciative smirk as the Hakuba gradually relaxed, hands pressed against the bench on either side of him. For once, Hakuba looked up at the thief instead of the other way around.
With a turn of his head, Hakuba glanced to the vase, expression immediately softening. “Ah… yes, I did. I do. Love them, I mean. Very, very much so. Thank you, Kaitou-san.” The confession came with an embarrassed laugh; soft, short, shoulder shrugging. “The, ah, other gifts, too… God, I was hoping that it was you. For a number of reasons."
The dove still sat nestled in the detective’s pillows. The dragon now had a place on the fireplace mantle, next to the clock. Each of the hand-written notes had been safely stowed in his personal journal and lock-box.
"If I could ask… were… were you planning to go for a full dozen?”