He wanted to pound his fists on the floor and scream right now. Why couldn't the detective just leave him alone? Biting his bottom lip, upon being tugged Light stumbled backwards onto the couch again. Curling in on himself, L's words only served to fly right over his head, his panic increasing at the thought of it becoming evident. Even just the hand on his wrist sent waves of pleasure rolling through him, leaving him breathless as he panted for air. Maybe once L felt it for himself, knew just what he was going through, he'd finally let him go, as embarrassing as that prospect was. But that was just wishful thinking on his part, he knew.
"This is all your fault. Yours and Misa's. I never would have eaten that cake if it wasn't for you..." he said quietly.
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Date: 2011-01-10 11:26 am (UTC)"This is all your fault. Yours and Misa's. I never would have eaten that cake if it wasn't for you..." he said quietly.