am i suspended in gaffa. [private thread]

[reprism]

[Light has spent the past hour or two in the gym room, and he returns generally reddened - face flushed from exertion, knuckles reddened and even a bit scraped from all the punching, eyes reddened from, well. he is a bit surprised by the intensity of his own emotion, but then, in a convoluted way his surprise isn't surprising; it's not like he's used to catalysts strong enough to make him feel this deeply. but at the same time, it's not surprising at all. he runs through it, logically and rationally, as he opens the door. L lied to him. he has hang-ups about being lied to by people he's close to. it makes sense. he wishes it weren't so comforting to analyze himself like a lab report. he wishes he could figure out another way.

entering, he doesn't look at L, instead continuing straight for the bathroom.] Hey. [quietly. scratchily.]