Cesar stills, grip on the notebooks tightening. 'Blank pages'? It's a nice sentiment, even bordering on cliche, but L has no idea what he's suggesting. There would be no 'together' in figuring anything out, even if there were really a 'together' in anything right now. Cesar would be lucky if L wasn't his judge and executioner by the time it was all over. He'd probably still get one sooner or later, or at least a well-deserved imprisonment.

He doesn't move closer this time, and he puts his free hand on L's wrist, pushing to one side. If it moves, Cesar will try to guide the rest of him that way, too. If it doesn't, it's still an answer.