[L has his tantrums and his moments of rebellion, but they're summer storms, intense and over swiftly. The man knows where his home is, and he returns to it every time.
His grip on the SQUIP's arm and clothing loosens; a hand slips down to take his Bonded's, alternating and clasping fingers. L rarely holds hands any other way. Ducking his head, he brushes past the SQUIP, pulling it along after him toward the bedroom.]
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His grip on the SQUIP's arm and clothing loosens; a hand slips down to take his Bonded's, alternating and clasping fingers. L rarely holds hands any other way. Ducking his head, he brushes past the SQUIP, pulling it along after him toward the bedroom.]