L loves cake, so much as others love breathing, or resting, or human touch. It seems necessary; it seems to replace all those things. It's both very simple and painfully complicated.
He wipes some crumbs from his chin, noting and puzzling privately over a change that seems to have come over Deku since the last time they spoke, when he learned something no one here should have ever found out, all because L got overconfident about the winter mournings.
They walk, juggling cups full of mashed-down cake. They find a quiet corner, and as Deku speaks, his brows raise higher under his shaggy bangs. When he speaks, he does so carefully.
"It's... really a decision you need to make for yourself," he replies, blinking his overlarge, round eyes. "The question is... can you go back, from however public you've been so far?"
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He wipes some crumbs from his chin, noting and puzzling privately over a change that seems to have come over Deku since the last time they spoke, when he learned something no one here should have ever found out, all because L got overconfident about the winter mournings.
They walk, juggling cups full of mashed-down cake. They find a quiet corner, and as Deku speaks, his brows raise higher under his shaggy bangs. When he speaks, he does so carefully.
"It's... really a decision you need to make for yourself," he replies, blinking his overlarge, round eyes. "The question is... can you go back, from however public you've been so far?"