That earned the kid a heartfelt laughter from the senior Wanijima. Picking up the serviette that was on the table, Kaito held on to Akito by the chin and wiped carefully at the ice cream on his face, feeling as if they were six years back in time.
"Careful now," Kaito admonished, folding the serviette to a clean side to clean the boy's hand. Whatever Akito thought he had implied, Kaito was not going to do anything about it. It made the boy happier to keep his delusions, and got Agito upset about it. It was payback enough for him. Surely Akira would play along. Or he would make him.