He is. He will live longer because of you, Misa -- he knows that.
*L is breathing against Misa's neck, mirroring her actions.*
It bothered me when I began to forget small things. I could look at pictures of you to remember how you look -- or look at the other Misa, for that matter -- but I couldn't remember your scent -- it isn't the same as hers -- or the precise texture of your skin under my fingertips, or your exact weight when I hold you.
*It isn't as if she was letting me touch her skin, and it isn't as if I would have wanted to, he thinks. When she comments on his scent, he pulls back to look at her in surprise and slight amusement.*
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*L is breathing against Misa's neck, mirroring her actions.*
It bothered me when I began to forget small things. I could look at pictures of you to remember how you look -- or look at the other Misa, for that matter -- but I couldn't remember your scent -- it isn't the same as hers -- or the precise texture of your skin under my fingertips, or your exact weight when I hold you.
*It isn't as if she was letting me touch her skin, and it isn't as if I would have wanted to, he thinks. When she comments on his scent, he pulls back to look at her in surprise and slight amusement.*
Is that what I smell like, Misa?
I think you only smell like yourself.