[L can't quite manage to conceal his shock when he hears the time; his first instinct is to insist that Mello must be lying, some sort of sadistic attempt at humor, but... no, it's clear that he's not. Perhaps that is what's adding to his sense of uneasiness, the feeling that the light in the room just isn't looking as it should even to someone who is used to jet lag and ignoring the clock.
He's missed work. He'll have to apologize for that, later. They'll forgive him, but is it worth the trouble and the unpleasant sting that will come with that particular failure's admission?
He pulls himself fully out from under the table. Mello will be able to see that there's an imprint of the page he slept on on his right cheek. ]
You didn't feel it?
[An invitation. Maybe even a challenge, to voice what's gone unspoken between them but certainly rattled L's world to the very foundation.]
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He's missed work. He'll have to apologize for that, later. They'll forgive him, but is it worth the trouble and the unpleasant sting that will come with that particular failure's admission?
He pulls himself fully out from under the table. Mello will be able to see that there's an imprint of the page he slept on on his right cheek. ]
You didn't feel it?
[An invitation. Maybe even a challenge, to voice what's gone unspoken between them but certainly rattled L's world to the very foundation.]