[Of all the evening routines he has to do, swallowing his anti-epileptic is the one that invariably causes Light's mood to dip a little before bed. It's been months now, but he swears he can feel the stupid thing stick in his throat before going down psychosomatically. After spending so much time insisting there's nothing wrong with him to himself, it's vaguely sickening to have to confront very tangible proof that there is. Every day, first thing in the morning, last thing before bed.
Today he tries not to dwell on it by emptying his thoughts. As a result the glass he'd been drinking out of ends up cleaned to excess. He picks the death note off the table and makes his way back to his room a few moments after Teru does. Seeing his boyfriend already there, he half smiles and slides the note into his desk drawer before climbing in bed.
Light pauses briefly when he's positioned just over Teru and presses his forehead against his boyfriend's.]
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Today he tries not to dwell on it by emptying his thoughts. As a result the glass he'd been drinking out of ends up cleaned to excess. He picks the death note off the table and makes his way back to his room a few moments after Teru does. Seeing his boyfriend already there, he half smiles and slides the note into his desk drawer before climbing in bed.
Light pauses briefly when he's positioned just over Teru and presses his forehead against his boyfriend's.]
Hi.