[L fully expects Mello to reach out and take the heart on the table before them. Strangely, he doesn't expect the young man to reach out and take one of his bony wrists, and though he doesn't feel a pulse in those appendages, he pulls away almost reflexively, wide-eyed and anxious.
For better or worse, his cold wrist has no blood pulsing through it, and his eyes widen when Mello reaches out and seizes it.
He pulls away, not powerfully, but pleadingly.]
MellO! Let go, please...!
[He's having a tough time coping with it. He shakes his head, an automatic gesture of denial and rejection, before he answers.]
Silver... sunlight. Please stop...
[There's a silver coin strapped to the underside of his wrist, which Mello can likely feel through the gauze binding it now that he's grasping it. L is pulling back, clearly coveting his own space.]
I feel dead, but... please stop...
[He's clearly hurt. If Mello has any empathy at all, he might feel compelled to let him go.]
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For better or worse, his cold wrist has no blood pulsing through it, and his eyes widen when Mello reaches out and seizes it.
He pulls away, not powerfully, but pleadingly.]
MellO! Let go, please...!
[He's having a tough time coping with it. He shakes his head, an automatic gesture of denial and rejection, before he answers.]
Silver... sunlight. Please stop...
[There's a silver coin strapped to the underside of his wrist, which Mello can likely feel through the gauze binding it now that he's grasping it. L is pulling back, clearly coveting his own space.]
I feel dead, but... please stop...
[He's clearly hurt. If Mello has any empathy at all, he might feel compelled to let him go.]