“I think the only thing I’d regret would be my behavior in the lobby if that keycard doesn’t work.” Light stepped close behind Ryuzaki, bending to smell the rain on his skin, tasting a drop of it still on his neck. Whispering, “I can have quite a temper when I don’t get what I want.” It was a joking threat really, because Light had never lost his cool in public yet, although he’d come close a few times. Seeing obvious injustice would do it too, but he just contented himself alone at night...