Kaito sighed, laying his head on the table with his arms as a pillow and making sure everyone in the room (meaning the furniture) knew exactly how much he detested this situation.
If Shinichi were here, he would tell him how much of an idiot he was being and (in some roundabout way–or maybe just in Kaito's mind) that Kaito should hurry up and stop pouting. Shinichi... The thief sighed again as the cloud of depression hanging above him darkened.
Five months. It'd been five months since he'd last seen his boyfriend. All he had heard from Ran–she had come over in search of her best friend when this whole thing had started–was that, during their trip to Tropical Land, Shinichi had run off, and that was the last she'd seen of him.
He'd been worried sick until he got a call about a week later. After chewing out the stupid detective, he'd gotten a vague "on a case" (which he later found out was exactly what Ran had been told, too) before the call abruptly ended.
Now, Kaito would