none so near nor dear
After the hate room, L beats Matt home, makes it through their door, and locks it behind him, pressing his back up against it and letting himself slide down onto the floor. He can't shake the memory of what they said to each other.
It doesn't make sense. He wills himself to take deep breaths.
It doesn't make sense. He wills himself to take deep breaths.
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Matt hasn't actually tried opening the door yet. He's already looked in a couple of the kitchens, one of the libraries, a few rooms completely at random - he knows that L will be home, but he's not sure he's quite got the courage to face him yet.
"L, are you...?"
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He forces himself to keep his voice calm, toneless.
"That was a room."
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He pauses, lets himself lean heavily against the door.
"L."
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He tangles both hands in his hair, leaning forward a little when he feels the shift from Matt pressing against the wood.
"This was different."
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