[her hand remains curled around his, and is still there when he's finally woken up several hours later by a very careful shake and his name quietly being called in his ear. When Kaito finally opens his eyes, it's to a platter of food stored out-of-the-way on the room's dresser, and a solemn and silent Conan sitting on a chair next to it, book neatly marked and closed in his lap as he watches the older boy.
Aoko's still sitting on the bed next to him, close enough to be sharing body heat through the blankets; it doesn't seem like she's moved at all. She smiles, wanly, when she sees that Kaito's awake, and withdraws her hand from his, trying to pretend that she isn't blushing the slightest bit]
~<3
Aoko's still sitting on the bed next to him, close enough to be sharing body heat through the blankets; it doesn't seem like she's moved at all. She smiles, wanly, when she sees that Kaito's awake, and withdraws her hand from his, trying to pretend that she isn't blushing the slightest bit]
Hey. Think you can eat something?