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The teen blinked wearily as the door opened, eyes going wide as he saw the detective. He turned so that his back was to the Hakuba, hoping the other hadn’t seen the wetness on his face…. Though he most likely had…
“…I had nightmare,” he said, wincing at the hoarseness in his voice.
Hakuba didn’t know what he’d been expecting. Had he honestly expected the other to open up to him, with something that obviously caused great pain? Wasn’t it him who was always going after him, calling him Kid, trying to capture him? Who was he to ask for secrets, for personal things that Kuroba obviously held dear? No, he hadn’t had any right to ask for it, but he had left it open, let him know he was there, that he cared.
Which was dangerous.
Everything about the other was dangerous. The want to protect him, to get closer to him; to know more about him. He was a thief, Hakuba shouldn’t want to know how to make him feel better when he’s sad. But he did, he wanted to know everything and share his own secrets and get closer to the one person who caught his interest outside of murder. The one person he was starting to fall in lo-
Those were dangerous thoughts.
“Of course.” Hakuba headed over to his own bed, sitting on the edge of it. “Then you should sleep.” Hakuba glanced at the other, who was on his side, and sadness pulled at his chest as he ached to comfort him; but how? He couldn’t touch him, be near him that way, and it was obvious he couldn’t comfort him by listening to him. “Good night.”
Sleep. Yes, that would be nice… if he could return to it so quickly. While he normally could be out in a few minutes after closing his eyes, it always took longer after being woken up by a nightmare… But he’d have to start trying to fall asleep before it could actually happen, so the magician made a small sound of agreement and nodded, hesitating a moment before turning to the other side again and pulling the blankets up.
He really didn’t like letting others see him cry.
Well, okay, that may not be the entire truth. It would be fine if it was something simple. Sad scenes in movies, getting injured, or even with something like chopping onions. Those, he was fine with people seeing tears. There was an obvious, easy-to-see reason for them. But he didn’t like others seeing him get sad over something personal, because it led to questions that he really couldn’t answer without Kid being involved somehow. And he shouldn’t have even mentioned what the nightmare had been about, because of that reason as well… But he’d wanted to say. He’d wanted to tell Hakuba, have him know why his classmate wasn’t acting like normal.
Kid stopped him, though.
And he was grateful for the detective not prying.
Kaito shifted the pillow some, keeping it high enough that he could rest his head on it, but still hugging in his arms.
“…Good night.”
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