They stared at each other again, but this time the silence was different. More gauging. Even if Kaito’s face didn’t reflect nothing, Hakuba knew an advice when he heard one.

He opted for a different approach then. Hakuba left the book and got more confortable on the couch. If he just pretended everything was normal, he might be able to talk with Kuroba, instead on think that he was in his home tlaking with the Thief he must be arresting. His head tilted in a curious gesture.

“How was to be married to her?”He tried to sound the less hostile posible. “She was a nice sister. At least he didn’t drugged me or anything like that.”