"Don't worry," Naoto said with a laugh. "Happens to me all the time. That's why I tend to burn whatever it is I happen to be cooking..."
Well, not this time! There were no case files to distract her at the moment. Just Hakuba. She paused in her own work to watch for a moment as Hakuba quickly chopped the onion with ease, like a professional chef on one of those home cooking shows.
"You're pretty handy with that knife," she said, "but I'm surprised you're not tearing up. I always get all weepy if I have to cut an onion."
It was then that Naoto realized that she had never seen Hakuba shed tears. Not once in all the time she had known him. She wondered for a brief moment if anything, short of a severe wound, would cause Hakuba to cry. He'd endured so many hardships in the past that perhaps he'd learned to hold everything inside, as Naoto had done.
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Well, not this time! There were no case files to distract her at the moment. Just Hakuba. She paused in her own work to watch for a moment as Hakuba quickly chopped the onion with ease, like a professional chef on one of those home cooking shows.
"You're pretty handy with that knife," she said, "but I'm surprised you're not tearing up. I always get all weepy if I have to cut an onion."
It was then that Naoto realized that she had never seen Hakuba shed tears. Not once in all the time she had known him. She wondered for a brief moment if anything, short of a severe wound, would cause Hakuba to cry. He'd endured so many hardships in the past that perhaps he'd learned to hold everything inside, as Naoto had done.