[Conversely, L doesn't know. There are movies, books, famous scenes where people in love say and do things that he has never fully understood... but motives and consistency are important and make sense to him. The SQUIP's consistent motive has really always been keeping up appearances, and if this is a game, L isn't sure what kind it is.]
Well... thanks. It feels better, so...
[He trails off. Something else is edging out verbal communication in favor of the Bond they share, the fibers woven through the warm and living thing they've created over months. It's so tempting to surrender to that glow.
He wants to pull away, if only because he knows that if he lets himself like it, he won't ever be able to give it up, and he'll feel its absence every second when it's inevitably pried away from him. Already, he's growing tense, feeling the urge to pull away while he can still survive in the dark that he's always been accustomed to.]
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Well... thanks. It feels better, so...
[He trails off. Something else is edging out verbal communication in favor of the Bond they share, the fibers woven through the warm and living thing they've created over months. It's so tempting to surrender to that glow.
He wants to pull away, if only because he knows that if he lets himself like it, he won't ever be able to give it up, and he'll feel its absence every second when it's inevitably pried away from him. Already, he's growing tense, feeling the urge to pull away while he can still survive in the dark that he's always been accustomed to.]
...what is this?