Sunday evening: In dubio

[firm_detective]

The Therapy Room has finally released its hold on both L and Misa. He trudges down the hall, avoiding eye contact with her, avoiding her touch. He feels as though the air has thickened: even walking is tiring.

When they reach the room, he opens the door, holding it for her after he steps inside, still not looking at her.

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[misamisal]

::it's awful not to have L looking at her, being close to her. The tension between them is so think, it could be cut with a knife. She wishes vaugely that she could pull out a large fan and blow the heavy clouds away from them, but she knows it wouldn't end this so easily.::

::She steps into the room as he holds the door for her, but the fact that he's not looking at her hurts. Then again, she's avoinding her gaze as well out of shame.::
Thank you.
::she trudges over to the sofa, sitting with her legs curled up next to her, grabbing onwe of the couch pillows to hold against her, as if it could shield her somehow from what is to come::

[firm_detective]

*He closes the door behind her, locks it, then moves slowly to the chair on the opposite side of the room, as far from her position on the sofa as possible. When he sits, he turns away from her, wraps his arms around his knees, and lowers his face.*

Why are you thanking me?

*He sounds lost.*

[misamisal]

::she raises her head slightly to see his position, then promptly lowers it again, a lump appearing in her throat. She swallows hard, trying to make it go away::
You held the door for me.

[firm_detective]

*Her words take a moment to register.*

Ah. Habit. You are five feet tall; it's a heavy door.

*The silence in the room is its own noise, buzzing and fraught.*

... You never told me, Misa. Why didn't you ever tell me?