Please, relent. Please leave him to puzzle this out, please talk about chocolates again. Anything to spare him from the uncomfortable possibility that his other was, just maybe, not a very good person.

"I don't know about that," he says quietly. "It was a case. My other was a detective... he saved children, he was a good man. He believed in justice, so I don't... I really don't see how he could have such an irrelevant obsession, or use suspicion as an excuse for that kind of thing just for his own gratification. I can't see it any more than you can see yourself falling for a mass murderer."

L's doppel gives her a little wave as she grips the chain. "Do you want to see all the ways I could use this?" he drawls suggestively.