"Something wrong with your food?" Smiling innocently, Shinichi walked over to Kaito's table with his own cod-laden tray. He hadn't really talked to the guy in a couple of days, and it was good to see him in one piece. Even though the detective hadn't quite known him long enough to really call him a friend, he was still someone from home, and a decent kid. Shinichi didn't want to see anything happen to him.

And right now, it looked like Kaito was about to be sick.

"You look like hell," he observed with all the subtlety and grace of the great Holmes himself. Only...not. It was statements like that that usually got him chewed out and/or punted over the side of a fence by Ran. Hopefully, Kaito would be a little more understanding. "You sick?"