Kid wrapped his fingers around the glass pressed into his hand, but his heart was no longer in that drink. He took a sip, he really was very thirsty, but promptly spat the foul tasting liquid back out. No, this was not what he was thirsting for.

Instead, he raised his other gloved hand and pressed it over Kudou's to keep his doppelganger's hand where it was. That hand which held Kid's was warm. Everything about Kudou was warm. The teenage samurai was pulsing with both life and that crimson liquid which pounded so loudly to Kid's suddenly sensitive ears. It was almost deafening in its rhythmic thumping, and it bothered him. A lot.

"Shinichi-kun," Kid purred as he yanked the not-tantei down with an abrupt pull on the hand. "I think I know what I want to drink."