I know. [He doesn't need to be reminded of this, but there's no exasperation in his tone that the re-statement of a fact would normally engender.
[He could look away when Mello turns to face him; it wouldn't be unusual, given how rarely he looks at anyone directly. But he doesn't. Only his eyes are visible, expression still flat, even if there might be the slightest hint of sombreness underneath. His finger still winds through his hair, a habit even older than his signature crouch.]
Made a difference here, or a difference at home? [He'd left a clue to it at home, though he truly had expected Mello to take it as a taunt instead. Earlier than that, there had been a much clearer expression of at least respect -- the agreement to share L's name, without even a second thought. But that had gone ignored as well. And then shot down explicitly the next time they'd met in person, years later.]
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[He could look away when Mello turns to face him; it wouldn't be unusual, given how rarely he looks at anyone directly. But he doesn't. Only his eyes are visible, expression still flat, even if there might be the slightest hint of sombreness underneath. His finger still winds through his hair, a habit even older than his signature crouch.]
Made a difference here, or a difference at home? [He'd left a clue to it at home, though he truly had expected Mello to take it as a taunt instead. Earlier than that, there had been a much clearer expression of at least respect -- the agreement to share L's name, without even a second thought. But that had gone ignored as well. And then shot down explicitly the next time they'd met in person, years later.]