I turned away from the name and he also clocked this into the many questions he had wanted to ask. Rain began to pour lightly and I shielded my sketchbook protectively. L held me tight under his jacket as the rain grew stronger. Breathing in the familiar scent that had accompanied me when I was sad or afraid, I fought against the tears. I wasn't so sure if it was the rain or the tears that poured down my face.

Not that it mattered.