*He holds up the page briefly.* {No, that you were negative. I got myself tested after your copy--} *Got high and got fucked by his anonymous strangers? He lowers the paper up and hands it back, wondering if L knows everything that's actually happened.*

{Nevermind. Thank you for getting these tests. This means a lot to me. Thank you for--} *He's at a loss for words. For some reason all he can think of to say is 'the lasagna,' but L might not understand. He rakes his fingers through his hair. {Thank you...}

*His gaze pries into L's, begging him to understand. Whatever answer he finds isn't one he's satisfied with, and he spends a full second torn over what to do.*

*The solution turns out to be closing the distance between them, grasping L by the sides of his face, and pressing his mouth against his in a kiss that drowns out every other thought. It's a desperate, overwhelming gesture, and he trembles from the intensity.*