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[ijk_mno]

With Matt's tongue in his ear, it's getting more and more difficult to get up the courage to say what he was going to.

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[gamerspy]

Matt draws back after a moment, still smiling. It's his turn to walk them, now, towards the wall.

[ijk_mno]

"I dreamed-"

[gamerspy]

"Hmm?"

He's genuinely listening, and only a little distracted.

[ijk_mno]

"-that we traded rings."

[gamerspy]

"We - what, just there? In the dream room?"

[ijk_mno]

"In the dream room."

He pulls the traditional L-distracts manouever, lifting Matt's shirt from the bottom, up over his head.

[gamerspy]

"Do you mean like -"

But now there's a shirt over his head! Well played, L.

[ijk_mno]

He even leaves it there, reaching down to run his hands across Matt's waistband.

[gamerspy]

Matt's just laughing at this point, leaning in towards L.

"At least it's not a paper bag over my head?"

[ijk_mno]

"I'm sorry, is something in the way?"

[gamerspy]

His arms are still in the top, which means they're being held up above his head. It looks more than a little awkward.

"Nah. I think I might have gone a bit blind, though." He moves his hands, trying to suggest a shrug.

[ijk_mno]

L takes pity on him, and reaches up to pull the shirt the rest of the way off.

[gamerspy]

"My hero," he grins, draping his arms over L's shoulders.

[ijk_mno]

He tucks against Matt's shoulder, with a smile.

[gamerspy]

"So - your dream, like --"

[ijk_mno]

"Mmhmm."

His eyes close.