[The waiter's smile wavers as he tries not to be put-off by the way this odd pair orders their drinks. He senses he's not wanted, at least, and tries to make a hasty and discreet departure so as to still earn a decent tip.
He keeps his eyes on the table. It's always a relief to know that he doesn't have to worry about his expression with Myr, holding eye contact for the correct amount of time, moderating his body language. Because of Myr's blindness, L's physical honesty is in rare and even unique form when they're together.]
Both. I misjudged both.
[Whatever L expected, it wasn't for things to go as far and as rough as they did. It was the gift of trust flung back in his face, his security and his dignity torn to pieces for momentary gratification. At least, it had felt that way... he still refuses to believe that any of it had been Mello's intent.
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He keeps his eyes on the table. It's always a relief to know that he doesn't have to worry about his expression with Myr, holding eye contact for the correct amount of time, moderating his body language. Because of Myr's blindness, L's physical honesty is in rare and even unique form when they're together.]
Both. I misjudged both.
[Whatever L expected, it wasn't for things to go as far and as rough as they did. It was the gift of trust flung back in his face, his security and his dignity torn to pieces for momentary gratification. At least, it had felt that way... he still refuses to believe that any of it had been Mello's intent.
A deep breath.]
I don't know what I wanted.
[I don't think it was this.]
I thought I knew what he wanted, but...
[I, also, don't think it was this.]