[ He trusts Lazarus to snap back, and sure enough, he just doesn't stay down. John tips his head in touché, as though this is banter between friends, and not something that started with a visceral flinch. There's still a line of tension in his jaw and shoulders, still something dark and heavy in his eyes. The levity sits uneasy and out-of-place against that underlying tension. ]
You're certainly giving me practice.
[ It ought to read as threat to Lazarus, offer to keep up the pattern, but he says it with an acceptance that sounds too much like respect. To Light, he says: ]
Your friend is a talented trespasser, and I draw some hard lines.
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You're certainly giving me practice.
[ It ought to read as threat to Lazarus, offer to keep up the pattern, but he says it with an acceptance that sounds too much like respect. To Light, he says: ]
Your friend is a talented trespasser, and I draw some hard lines.