As always, thank you guys for your stunningly sweet reviews. You rock and roll. C:
I had my wisdom teeth out earlier this week, but I'm off the Vicodin now, so this should be coherent (I hope?). Can you guys tell whether losing the wisdom teeth gave me more or less wisdom? ;)
We've got two chapters to go (ahhhh so soon!), and the next chapter should have a pretty fun scene in it, so that's something to look forward to. (Sorry if this chapter is a bit light on the action. Light is in a bit of a low spot at the moment, and he almost wouldn't come out of bed at all.)
I don't own Death Note or anything written in ancient Greek.
It would have been one thing if the only knowledge Light had was that he had been Kira. But Light had worked on the Kira case for half a year with the world's three best detectives, and accordingly he knew more about Kira than anyone could care to know. When he closed his eyes, he saw himself shooting Otoharada Kurou point-blank. He saw himself cracking open the ribs of Shibuimaru Takuo. He saw himself strangling Lind L. Tailor with a cold metal chain. He knew that at least a dozen of Kira's victims had later been proved innocent, and he had seen three interviews with innocent victims' families. He knew that Osoreda Kiichiro's ex-girlfriend had said that he would never try hallucinogenic drugs again, not after that first bad trip, and maybe there really had been a monster on that bus. He knew that he had heard Aizawa crying in the hotel bathroom in the days following Ukita's death. He knew that Misa had been tortured for information, and he knew that she would live with shadows of those memories for the rest of her life.
It was more guilt than anyone could reasonably bear. Sometimes he wished to have his memories back, for his heart to be guarded by that impenetrable fortress that was Kira, and every time he wished that, he hated himself more.
It took Light at least two hours to get out of bed every time he had to go to the bathroom. The urge usually hit after a particularly violent burst of vomiting, which he did over the side of his bed into a wide metal bowl affixed to the bedframe, positioned so as to necessitate the absolute minimum amount of movement out of the covers. The cot was only a few meters away from the toilet, but the struggle was mental, not physical. Every time, it was the same impossible task accomplished through a different laborious way.
One time he might be afraid of the prospect of having control over his own body. He might remember how it was his control over his own body that had resulted in the deaths of thousands, and he might weep, silently, guiltily, with every twitch of a muscle. He might start hyperventilating on the floor, less than a meter away from the toilet. He might take another hour to repeat the whole process all over again and get himself back into bed.
Another time he might be unable to exert any control over his body whatsoever. He might order his arm silently, "Push the covers over your head!" for twenty five minutes before his arm would do a thing. He might stand in front of the toilet silently ordering his hand to unzip his trousers for ten minutes. He might wind up back in bed with his clothes soaked through with sweat from the sheer exertion of movement.
Another time he might be at a loss as to why he should make it to the toilet at all. He might renounce any shred of dignity he may have been under the illusion of still having. He might renounce any attachment he still had for L or Watari, who would have to clean up his mess. He might spend one hundred and nineteen minutes convincing himself that it mattered that he made it to the toilet and back, and then get the deed over with in a minute.
After that first one, he didn't have any more accidents. Now it was just a matter of sweat, tears, and time.
Light refused to eat or drink for three days. On the second day, he stopped vomiting up anything other than a terrible clear liquid. By that afternoon, L was in Light's cell threatening to make Watari put a feeding tube down his throat if he didn't at least start drinking water. Fortunately, at this point, Light no longer had to use the bathroom, so he could avoid L's eyes and block out most of his voice by staying under the covers the whole time.
On the morning of the third day, L was unexpectedly absent, either over the speakers or in the cell. Light even peeked out from under the covers a couple hours after waking up, just to make sure that L wasn't napping in a corner somewhere. He wasn't. Perhaps he had given up. Perhaps Light was being left alone to die, just as he wanted.
He wasn't.
Lunch arrived with the sound of rustling bags. The tray clinked as it was set on the ground, and no comment otherwise was made on its presence. "I went shopping for you, Light-kun," L said. "Watari was understandably concerned about my ability to shop with any degree of success, but I think I did alright." Understandably, indeed. Light was having trouble believing it at all.
A bag rustled. "I tried on all the clothes, keeping in mind our physical differences, so hopefully they fit about right." Light couldn't begin to imagine the state of L's hair after pulling so many tops over his head. "Here is a sweater." L carefully folded over a corner of the covers, so that Light's thumb peeked out into the cool air. The fabric moved slowly across his thumb, and he had to admit that it was very soft. "Here is a button down. Here is a turtleneck. Here is a coat. Here is a scarf. I don't know if you wear them, but I was told it looked very nice with the coat by someone who did not appear to be lying. Here is a pair of jeans. Here are some socks." Everything was incredibly soft. It must have cost a fortune. "Perhaps one day you can try them all on. Perhaps we could put on a show for Watari, and I could help you backstage. It might be fun." Light could hardly think of anything more silly.
The bag rustled as the clothes were put away, and then another bag rustled. "Here is a variety of coffees and teas. First the coffee, then the tea." L nudged the covers away just a smidge more, and, one by one, four rich coffee blends wafted in, followed by another four strong tea blends. "We could try one a day for a week. You would have yours black, and I would have mine with half the sugar jar, and Watari would have his somewhere in between." Light was not hungry or thirsty, but he was ever so slightly addicted to caffeine, and somehow that didn't sound quite so bad.
"This is the last bag." The bag rustled, and then something else rustled. It sounded like the pages of a book, except wispy and smooth. Then the rustling paused, and more conventional page turning started up. "Ἄνδρα μοι ἔννεπε, Μοῦσα, πολύτροπον, ὅς μάλα πολλὰ πλάγχθη ἐπεὶ Τροίης ἱερὸν πτολίεθρον ἔπερσεν." The Odyssey. More page turning."μῆνιν ἄειδε θεὰ Πηληϊάδεω Ἀχιλῆος οὐλομένην, ἣ μυρί᾽ Ἀχαιοῖς ἄλγε᾽ ἔθηκε." The Iliad. Now back to the thin rustling. "Ἐν ἀρχῇ ἦν ὁ Λόγος, καὶ ὁ Λόγος ἦν πρὸς τὸν Θεόν, καὶ Θεός ἦν ὁ Λόγος." The...Bible? "I very much enjoyed the challenge of reading in Greek with you, and I thought perhaps we could read more of it together. We even could learn another language together. I recall that Hebrew was suggested at one point." The mention of Hebrew was pulling at a twinge of an unsettlingly fuzzy memory, but the Greek was reminding Light of perfectly crystal clear memories of L's fingers moving over his skin to trace words like ἔρως and κάλλος and ζωή, and of other parts of him moving over his skin in less legible ways.
And, as if knowing what Light was thinking, L's voice came very close to the edge of the covers as it said, "Please, let me in," and Light did not resist when the covers moved to let L inside and then closed over the both of them.
It was a very small cot, and they were very cramped, and Light had not bathed in two days, but L did not seem to mind. He crawled over Light, carefully, closely, so that the covers would not let in any air, and settled behind him. He shifted a few times, trying to find a comfortable position, and tugged at the sheets to cover them properly. Moving slowly, giving Light space to protest, he hooked one leg over Light's side, slid one arm around his chest, and ducked his mouth into the crook of Light's neck. Light's heart pounded as if this were the first time L had been so close.
L felt the pounding, and he murmured, "Are you happy, or upset? Do you need me to move farther away, or closer?"
Light was sure that L had meant to set the questions up the other way around, so that the formers matched and the latters matched, but his answer ended up being the unmatched latters. He began to cry softly, and he hugged L's arm tighter to his chest.
L clung back. "I'm sorry," he said, sounding very sorry indeed. "I'm sorry you're so sad. But I also suppose I would be sadder if you weren't." L said it so simply that for a moment Light didn't realize it was true. "I'm sorry. I love you."
And for a long while, L was silent and still. Light expected him to perhaps start crying with him, or write messages in Greek under his shirt, or whisper philosophical nothings in his ear, but L did none of these things. Rather, he was endlessly patient. He held Light tight and secure, and he breathed evenly, and neither of them experienced any of their limbs falling asleep. After an hour, L shifted and murmured, "I need to take a piss." Light could think of very few less romantic sentences to ever have come out of L's mouth. L clambered over Light's form, climbed out of bed, pissed, washed his hands, and climbed back into bed in the same position. But Light had had quite enough.
"Why," he said, voice rough with dehydration and disuse, as he turned to face L, "the fuck have you not made a move yet?"
L blinked, only marginally surprised. "I beg your pardon?"
"You have been spooning me for over an hour," Light explained, voice picking up ever so slightly with irritation, "and you have given me exactly zero kisses."
"Given your current condition," L explained, quite calmly, as if this wasn't their first conversation in three days, "I thought it best to move slowly, and to allow you to let me know when you were ready for physical affection."
Light scowled. "Well, I'm ready now."
L did not look convinced. "Are you sure? You were crying when I first came in your bed."
"Yeah, maybe because I'm so guilty I want to die."
L was only tripped up by that for a few seconds. "And why have you changed your mind now?"
"Because just because I'm guilty doesn't mean I'm not human."
"So, you're still feeling terribly guilty."
"Of course."
"And you still want to die."
"Of course."
L frowned. "I don't want to just be a distraction from your psychological struggles. It sounds vaguely unhealthy to try to seduce you away from your guilt."
"You didn't have any qualms about trying to throw money at my guilt."
"You mean the gifts?"
"Of course."
"I wasn't trying to make you not feel guilty. I was trying to show you how much I love you."
"Then you were trying to throw love at my guilt."
"No, I wasn't. I wanted to show my love for you for the sake of showing my love for you. And I do want you to eat and drink sometime in the near future, but I was planning on getting to that much later. I've been following the advice Watari gave me."
Light thought he was going to choke. "Watari told you to come down here and seduce me?"
L smiled briefly. "Not quite. I told him that I didn't know how to help you anymore, and he said, 'We love because he first loved us.' I was surprised, of course, and I didn't know if you had necessarily loved me first, or whether you had ever loved Watari period, but I figured I had better love you as best as I could while I still had the chance. It was only after I had already left for the store that I figured out that he had probably meant capital He."
Light twitched in something like a smile. "Maybe Watari gives pretty good advice sometimes."
"Maybe. He also told me that I should forgive you, but I told him I didn't think that would do you any good."
Light remembered Watari's forgiveness, and he recalled that the forgiveness had come while he had still been Kira.
L peered closely at Light's silence. "But," he said slowly, "maybe he was right about that too." Light could no longer quite breathe. "I forgive you," L said, carefully, as if testing it out. "I forgive it all," L continued. "The criminals. The bystanders. Naomi. B."
Light's lungs began to resume functioning, and he managed, "Everything?"
"Everything."
He didn't want to ruin it, but he had to know. "The strangling?"
"Yes."
"You said…" The memory was faint, but it was there. "You said you didn't know whether you could ever forgive me."
"I didn't know," L confirmed, sadly. "And I'm sorry about that. But I know now. I can. I've been learning how these past couple days." He rolled his eyes suddenly, like a child. "Watari has been forgiving me every chance he gets, and he's been encouraging me to say it to him too when he slips up." Then his brow creased. "And this coming from the man who never liked admitting his mistakes. I still suspect brain cancer or something equally terrible."
L's forgiveness meant a great deal, but somehow it didn't touch the weight of the guilt. "I still want to die," Light disclosed, suddenly speaking like it was a secret.
"I'm sorry," L said. "You will, much sooner than I would like, much sooner than even you would like, deep down where it counts. But right now you need to live."
"Why?"
L considered for a moment, giving legitimacy to the weight of the question, and then he said, "Because both ends of the philosophical spectrum necessitate it. Do you remember our conversation about the purpose of life?" Light nodded. "You said that the purpose of life was to make the greatest possible positive impact on the world. According to this viewpoint, you should spend your final days contributing positively to the world rather than contributing zero. And since you are no longer Kira, there is no risk that your negative contribution could exceed your positive contribution. So, according to that viewpoint, you need to live. On the other hand, the alternate viewpoint said that the purpose was to glorify God by enjoying Him forever. According to this viewpoint, you should spend your final days being reconciled to God, carrying out good works as fruits of your faith, and spending time in His presence. Since at this moment you are not reconciled to God, your life can only get better from now on out, because you may still be reconciled in the near future. So, according to that viewpoint, you need to live. Both viewpoints that we have considered show that you need to live."
Light reflected on this, and he knew that L was right, but that didn't make the guilt any lighter, and it didn't make Light any stronger. "I still want to die," he said, "but I suppose I could try to not want to want it."
L closed his eyes and sighed. "Thank you. That's all I ask." And then he opened his eyes, and added, "Well, I also ask that you eat lunch and take your damn prochlorperazine."
"I will if you kiss me first. Hard."
"I will if you drink a third of that glass of water."
Light hated every moment that he was drinking the water, because it meant that he was one step farther away from dying, but he did it, and L kept his promise. Light was a bit more reluctant to keep his end of the promise, especially since his stomach had rejected sustenance for so long, but he managed the prochlorperazine and almost half of the small lunch, which was good enough for L, who gave him several more kisses as a reward. It turned out that L had been right to want to go slowly, because Light's body was more eager than his psychological state, and fortunately L was patient enough to listen to the latter over the former. L offered to help Light into the shower, and Light said no without quite knowing why. L was not offended. He said he would let Light shower on his own then. He promised to be back with dinner.
Before L left, he said, "I hope this isn't too big of a question, but would it be alright if I disposed of the Death Notes now? I wanted to get your formal consent first. Rem and Ryuk have been leaving me alone, I think because they know it's only a matter of time until—"
"Yes."
"Oh. Well, if you're so sure—"
"I am."
"Do you want to be present for—?"
"Burn them. I don't ever want to see them again."
Light was not better, but he was better. He took his prochlorperazine and stopped vomiting, but he could never manage to finish any of his meals or glasses of water. He showered on his own, but not more frequently than every other day, and L was not welcome inside. He spent most of the day in bed, in the cell, because the Death Notes were destroyed but Watari was still not quite convinced that Light was safe, and so Light was not convinced either. He sometimes struggled to reply to L's voice, and he sometimes struggled to respond to L's kisses, and he always struggled to make it to the bathroom, and he always had nightmares.
A week after the Death Notes were destroyed, Light seized for five minutes in the middle of the night, and neither L nor Watari knew about it until afterwards, because recently he always looked and sounded like that while he was sleeping.
Just like everything else important, it happened in the middle of the night. One second, Light was quite literally drowning in the blood of every person he had ever killed, and the next second, he was being shaken awake by L's hands and insistent whispers. "Shhh," L was saying, "it's just me. Please, don't say anything. Just listen. We're leaving. Do you need to use the bathroom before we go?"
L had literally just told him not speak, but Light couldn't help it. "What's happening?" he groaned, rubbing at his eyes and sitting up. "Why do we need to leave?"
"I can't stand seeing you cooped up in here for the last few months of your life, but Watari still isn't convinced that something terrible won't happen the moment we let you go free. That's why we need to go now."
"You're—you're busting me out?"
"Yes, of course."
"Without Watari knowing about it?"
"Well, he certainly isn't in favor of it. Now, please, do you need to use the bathroom?"
Light's head spun. "I—I don't want to leave. Not like this."
L looked mystified. "You don't?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Ever since Watari forgave me, he has only been looking out for my best interests. If he thinks it's dangerous, I don't want to risk it."
"And what if Watari thinks it's dangerous up to the very end of your life?"
"Then maybe I could put up some posters on the walls or something, you know, to liven up the place."
L sank down, seating himself on the edge of the bed. "Really?"
"Yes."
"This is really what you want?"
"Yes. I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I think we should listen to Watari on this one, just to be on the safe side."
"What if Watari thought it was safe, but I changed my mind and thought it was dangerous?"
"Then I wouldn't go out. I would want both of you to think it was safe before I risked it."
L nodded, slowly.
"That's enough."
Shit. It was Watari's voice, loud and steady, over the microphone. Light jolted, but somehow L didn't look concerned about having been caught.
"He passed."
"Huh?"
L grinned, and he looked ready to pump his fists in the air. "Thank you, Watari."
"What's going on?"
"I'm sorry we deceived you, Yagami-kun," Watari said, sounding strangely bothered by this despite the vast majority of his entire career probably having been based on deception. "Technically nothing L said to you was a lie, but they were truths said in such a way as to deceive you. I'm sorry."
"I don't care about that," Light said impatiently. "I just want to know what's going on."
"I do want to get you out of this cell," L said. "I hate seeing you like this. And Watari hates it too, but he couldn't be sure that you didn't have some system set up to become Kira again the moment you left. We decided that I would offer to sneak you out, to see how you would react. If you agreed to leave, you might have some way of becoming Kira again, and it would be too dangerous to allow you to do so. But if you refused to leave, you would have anticipated your own refusal, and you would never have set up such an improbable way of being Kira again. It's possible that you could have anticipated our bluff, but we only came up with the plan recently, so it's unlikely. The both of us have decided that it is no longer too risky for you to leave your cell."
Light's brows tugged together. "You mean, I can walk around the rest of the building with you?"
"Yes. You can even walk around the rest of the building without me."
"With a blindfold?"
"No, with your eyes."
"Do I need to be blindfolded when I go to my appointments?"
"Of course not. Light-kun, you could even be the driver."
"You would let me drive you?"
"You could drive by yourself if you wanted, without me or Watari coming with you. You can drive anywhere you want. Well, health and medication permitting. If you have any motor seizures, you shouldn't drive anymore."
"I can go places by myself?"
L sighed sharply. "Light-kun, we're telling you that you are no longer being detained. You're free. If you so choose, you can decide to never see us again. You can go live with Misa for all we care. Well, we would care if you did that. We want you to live with us. But if you really want to live with Misa, we can have that conversation."
"I haven't been free since May, so forgive me if I'm having a little trouble getting used to the idea again."
L frowned briefly. "We haven't been cruel to you, have we? You understand why we've been keeping you here, don't you?"
"Of course you haven't, and of course I do. I'm a mass murderer for goodness' sake. But that doesn't mean that it hasn't been awful. I mean, it was almost solitary confinement half the time."
"We are sorry," Watari chimed in. "If there had been another way—"
"I know. I'm not mad at you. I'm just saying."
They all fell silent, and then L set a careful hand on the lump under the covers that was Light's knee. "So, are you ready to go? We have a bedroom all set up for you. Your own bedroom. It's connected to my bedroom with a door that locks from your side. There's one security camera running inside, for your own safety, but none of us will be looking at the footage, unless someone tried to kill you or something. And if you really want, we can disable it. We just want to make you comfortable."
"I…" Light looked down helplessly at his wrists. First the handcuffs had come off, and now every other control on him was coming off as well. It made his head spin. "I think I'd rather spend the rest of the night down here."
L blinked, shocked. "You…would?"
Light nodded, still staring at his wrists, which still had faint dark marks all the way around, darker on the left wrist than the right. "Maybe tomorrow I'll try going upstairs."
L made a little noise like he was going to protest, but Watari said, "We understand, Yagami-kun. Take all the time you need. We'll let you get some rest."
L's hand lingered on Light's knee. "I'll see you tomorrow morning. Please, try to sleep. I love you."
L didn't close the cell door when he left. Light tried to fall asleep for an hour, and then he got out of bed, closed the door, and was asleep in minutes.
Light woke up early the next morning, which he knew both from his precise biological clock, and the little clock that had showed up next to his bed. The red numbers read 5:39. Light's nightmare of being chased by the corpses of his victims was fading, slowly but surely, and he rolled out of bed, shed his clothes, and stepped into the shower, even though he had already showered the day before. He paused while drying off to stare contemplatively at the expensive department store bags sitting in the corner of the room, dismissed the idea, and then changed his mind again by the time his hair was dry.
He lay all of the clothes out on the bed and dressed slowly, trying everything on. At the bottom of the bag, next to the socks, were three pairs of underwear that L had not pulled out, perhaps so as to not be too forward. They were just as soft as everything else. Light put on new underwear, new socks, the new jeans, and the new turtleneck, and he very much wished that he had a mirror. Somehow, he hadn't missed it all this time until now.
It was 7:12, and Light was standing in the middle of the cell, trying to decide whether to go upstairs or wait for breakfast to be brought to him at 7:30, when he saw the little white slip of paper on the door. The kanji was written in wobbly handwriting that had to belong to L, who didn't hold his pens properly enough to make smooth characters. He would have made a terrible Kira.
Light started at the thought, because it was such a Kira-like thing to do, to judge someone like that on their handwriting, and yet he had thought of it all on his own without any of the memories. He recalled the conversation he had had with L in the shower, when they had been puzzling over the blood on his arm, when he had said that if Yagami Light had been Kira once, then he would always be Kira, and he would always be responsible for what he had done.
The note said, "Watari and I will be eating breakfast together at 7:30. If you wish, you may join us. If you do not care to join us, your breakfast will be brought down at 8:00."
Light was certainly not up for a family breakfast. While Watari and L were otherwise occupied, perhaps he would wander around the building, and get a taste of what it felt like to be alone. He pulled the note off the door, and walked outside.
L had apparently anticipated this plan of action, as there was another slip of paper on the opposite wall, just a few meters away. This time it was a smiley face, along with the words, "Good morning!" A meter on either side was another slip of paper. To the left, it said, "This way is the elevator." To the right it said, "This way is empty cells, which are boring, but you can go there if you want." The handwriting got cramped at the end, and the final three kanji skidded down the side of the paper. Light peeked down the hall to the right, and then went to the left and found the elevator, where there were more pieces of paper. He shoved the paper from his room into his pocket, and wondered how long L had spent running around, putting these up.
Light took the elevator up to his room, which was attached to L's room, just as promised. Both doors were unlocked. Light went into his room, which was comfortable and normal and large, and then he went back into the hallway and went into L's room, which was the same, only messier where he had thrown his dirty laundry in the corner and dropped his towel in the middle of the floor. Light tried the door that connected their rooms, and found that it was locked, just as promised. He left it locked, and took the elevator on a tour of a few more floors.
Light was not interested in eating with L and Watari, but he definitely was not opposed to eavesdropping on them. He took the elevator up to the floor right above them, and then climbed down the stairs so that they wouldn't hear the bing of the arriving elevator. He slipped carefully up to the open door into the kitchen where there were voices, and he sat down just out of sight. He hadn't spent too long exploring, and it sounded like they were just about to start breakfast.
"—sure I shouldn't make more pancakes?"
"You've made quite enough. I doubt Light would even want pancakes. He's never touched them when we've tried to give them to him."
"Alright." There was a small noise as Watari sat down with effort. "And you're sure you don't want any fruit?"
"Entirely."
"Alright. Then, let's get started."
There was a spot of silence, not even filled with chewing, and then L said, "Go ahead."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Aren't you going to say grace at me?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"You hate it when I do that."
"So you're just not going to say grace?"
"I'm going to say it in my own head." There was a long silence. "You look angry with me."
There was another long silence, and then L burst out, "Just tell me the truth. I can handle it. You have brain cancer, don't you?"
Holy shit but L was actually saying it.
"Don't give me that look. We all know you've been acting strangely lately. Even Light has noticed."
"I can assure you that I do not have brain cancer. Don't you trust the CT scan?"
"Maybe you could have paid the doctors off to lie to us. Or maybe the cancer just didn't show up. They didn't use contrast, did they?"
"No, but—"
"I knew it!" L crowed. "How much longer do you have? Is it in the frontal lobe?"
"Sit down! I don't have brain cancer. Is this just because I've been happier lately?"
"Not just happier. Nicer."
"So, you're saying that the only explanation for my kindness is brain cancer?"
"Yes."
Watari sighed. "I would say that I resent that, but it really only says volumes about my abysmal parenting. Roger always told me I shouldn't have raised you on my own."
"Don't change the subject. Tell me what's going on. Is this a trick? Are you trying to get something out of us? Don't tell me that Light has managed to turn you into Kira."
"Kira? Oh, good Lord. Maybe this is a conversation I should have with both you and Light. You kids are entirely overreacting. At this point, you perhaps won't even believe me when I tell you what I think it is that you're noticing."
"So there is something going on. We knew it. Tell me first, and then we can break it to Light, slowly."
"Why don't I tell you both right now?"
"Now? You want to drag Light up from his—?"
"Yagami-kun!" Watari called, and Light froze, wondering whether he should scramble back into the stairwell. "I can see your shadow in front of the door. There are lights in the hallway, you know."
Guiltily, Light crawled over and peeked his head into the doorframe. L was turned around in his chair, his eyes wide, and Watari was smiling on the other side of the table. "Morning," Light said, standing up.
"Morning," Watari said.
"Morning." L gaped. "They fit."
"You look very handsome, Yagami-kun. L, you did a good job."
"Thanks," Light said, sitting at the place set for him, the dishes empty but for one little cup of prochlorperazine and one little cup of water.
"Thanks," L murmured, still wide-eyed. Light couldn't tell whether he was more surprised by Light's presence or by his clothes.
"So, you have been hiding something from us," Light said. He took his prochlorperazine quickly, to get it out of the way, and set the cups off to the side.
Watari gave a sort of shrug. "If you could call it that. You kids should have told me a long time ago that you were worrying about it. But, first, let's get you some food."