L's hands are immediately at chest-level, palms facing outward, an expression of denial and revulsion darkening his features. "No. Even if I did, where would I have kept it? You saw what I brought in last night," he says defensively. "You felt it, I didn't have a book on me then and nothing changed that would have given me one this morning..."

He seems just as disturbed by the notebook as Cesar does, though he was previously aware of what the contents revealed, and he eyes it with mistrust and distaste as Cesar flips through it.

"I don't take pleasure in this," he adds as a soft afterthought. "I didn't want to convince you, once I knew how strongly you felt. Everyone has something they don't want to know the truth about," he offers helplessly, fingers twitching; he wants to pull the book out of Cesar's hands and toss it on the stove.