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He reached up, grasping hold of the front of L's white top and hauling him down off the bed; onto his knees on the bedroom floor so that Light could put his arms around his shoulders and back and pull him into a tight embrace, his cheek flush against the dead detective's shoulder.

And though he could feel the icy coldness of L's skin - and, in contrast, felt no rhythmic thud of his heart - against his own body, Light only held him tighter still; feeling L eventually grab at him as well.

"L, do you know..." Light whispered, his voice hoarse with tears, then paused; as L lifted his head, and Light did the same so their gazes could meet on the same level.

Still no reflection.

You don't need to show me Kira. We both know it's true. It's why we died - both of us.

"L, do you know," Light said again, softer still, "...how much I missed you?"

L said nothing; cold and dead in Light's arms, as he had been before, though now able to know that the boy had kept his promise.

He'd kept all of his promises.

And when L said nothing, Kira kissed him.

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