"... didn't really matter." Kaito looked up at the ceiling, at the windowless walls, anywhere but where he knew Conan was likely to be looking at him expectantly. He whispered the next part under his breath, "I kind of wished I was."

But Kaito could see what Conan was getting at. If the drugs didn't carry over, he didn't need to worry about being lucid, though the idea of voluntarily being inebriated by drugs still made him frown.