littledetective:

So send my muse a symbol, to see how my muse would touch yours, if…

                                                          …they were trying to calm/sooth your muse.

   He’s not sure why the other is sweating so profusely and looking so damned nervous, but even he can’t work up the nerve to tease him for it. Settling beside the magician, all he can think to do is reach out and pet the back of his strangely clammy hand.

   He really needs to work on his comforting techniques.

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Why? Whywhywhywhywhy? Why did it have to be moved, why here, why those things, why in the center of the fickin’ largest room, and just- gah!

Kaito started when he felt the touch on his hand, quickly looking down at… Wait, when had he gotten there?

The magician blinked at Conan, glancing from him to the hand a couple of times before taking a breath and making himself relax a bit. Not completely, since this was still tantei-kun and he wasn’t exactly here for the most innocent of reasons. Ahaha… No, he’d never come to this place of his own free will under most circumstances… But at least not working himself up into a near panic, at least. He had something else to focus on. Heck, he hadn’t even been inside the place yet, just falling to his imagination… which admittedly probably wasn’t the best idea, since it made things a lot worse than they might be.

Okay, yeah… stop thinking about it.

Once he’d calmed down a bit, he sent the other a small smile.

“Ah… sorry. I… Umm… Did you need something?”