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L didn't respond to Light's question verbally. Frankly, he was tired of the continual panicking going on over the urge to be intimate with one another. They already knew each other's minds quite well. In fact, they knew each other's bodies a decent amount as well, what with the months of being tethered to each other twenty-four seven and occasional fist fights they got into. So, L decided to change his strategy. As odd as it was for L to admit this very thing, he knew being rational wasn't going to do any good, and thus his only option was to resort to something irrational. With this in mind, L's grip on Light's wrist tightened once again. L turned to start pulling Light in the direction of the bedroom. L's patience with trying to calm Light down had run out. If Light wanted to panic over something, it might as well be over something that was going to happen instead of the mere implication of it happening.