L

The closer they got to the bedroom, the more his already fragile state of mind seemed to be spiraling out of control. Then, finally, L had swung the door open and before he had a chance to say anything wrapped both hands around his wrist and tugged. Too busy staring, flabbergasted, upon hearing the words that had come out of the other's mouth, he ended up losing his center of gravity, feet no longer firmly planted in place, and almost tripped on the carpet before finding himself stumbling right smack dab into L and clinging to him for support. When his brain did manage to catch up to the rest of the situation, his face turned all seven shades of red as he recoiled and let go of the other, as if burned by the touch, and attempted to backpedal his way the hell out of there.

"You-- You said you wouldn't do anything to me, you goddamn liar!" he quailed all the while.