meitantei-cowlick:

moonlightmajutsushi:

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The thief didn’t look up. Though he had been the one to come over to the other’s house, he didn’t want the detective to see him like this…

As he recalled the events from earlier that night, the tears wouldn’t stop. He could still feel the hand of the man he had tried to save, just before his grip had…

A choke escaped him and he lowered his head even more.

“There was nothing I could do…”

“I doubt you’re fine, KID,” he replied tersely, trying not to be upset that he was being shot down about this again. He couldn’t handle the idea of the thief breaking under the strain of having to keep doing this alone, he understood well what it could do to a person.

A snort left him as he turned to rest his cheek against the messy hair he was still toying with, eyes staring blankly at the wall across the room. But it was really all he did, especially with the hold on him tightening a bit. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t let him in even just a little bit. Let him help him before he drove himself to his early death. 

“Nor are you insane.” Not yet. “But… we are friends. And friends don’t push each other way, so I see no reason to do as such to you.” At least he thought of them as friends.

Which was all the more reason why he wanted to help him, why he didn’t want to see the other ruin himself by taking everything on all alone. Especially not when it almost seemed like they were fighting the same enemy. Not that he had direct proof of that but…

“I just… want to be there, I want to help you fight what hurts you…”

Tiredness was starting to set in. The tears had stopped by now and Kid could feel the heavy weight in the back of his head trying to pull him down. Not surprising, with what had happened earlier that night, the spiraling thoughts, and the current warmth and comfort of having someone to hold and being held.

But, for once, he didn’t really want to answer the call for sleep. He still wanted to talk, to convince Shinichi that he really was doing enough already, that he didn’t need him doing more.

Though… talking while drowsy might not be the best idea… For him, being tired was almost equivalent to being drunk, in many ways…

“Hmm… People ’ll pro’bly argue with y’ on the insane p’rt, tantei-k’n…” he said, smiling slightly and opening his eyes some to try and help ward off the feeling. Not that it actually helped, “But thank y’. And I like y’ bein’ here. There’s too… I don’t want anything t’ happen t’ y’…..”

It did surprise him that Shinichi said they were friends. Not because the thief thought they weren’t, but he’d been thinking they may have been a bit more than just friends. On the other hand… the detective only knew him as Kid. A mask, a job, a persona. He should probably be happy that the other would consider a thief who shows up at random to be a friend in the first place.

And especially when that thief never really said anything about himself to someone he wanted to be close with. Not details about his job, not what he normally does outside of it. And not even his name.

Actually…. why should Shinichi consider him someone to care more about? Kid only ever seemed to come to play and cuddle and tease and generally just intrude, so he should be lucky to even be called the detective’s friend and not just an annoying acquaintance at best.

With that thought, he loosened his hold a bit. If Shinichi hadn’t been resting on top of his head, he likely would have moved it to look the other in the face, regardless of how little his own was covered, a simple piece of glass Kid’s only real protection from being exposed at the moment. But the slight confusion could still be heard in his voice.

“…Why do y’ care so much ‘bout a phant’m?”