Devotion
They were close, Light admitted, carding his fingers through ebony locks, ignoring the flecks of dried blood that ran through it.
Beyond's head was in his lap, innocently asleep, and not for the first time Light contemplated how easy it would be to kill him.
He had voiced this to Beyond before he fell asleep, but the other man just stared at him, regarding him coolly with those Shinigami eyes.
"Well, that would be it, then, wouldn't it, pretty boy?" He had said. "But you wouldn't do that." He was so sure of himself. "You like me too much to do that."
Light had to admit that it was true.
