L had slipped in quietly through the back door and proceeded towards the sitting area. It seemed as though Rachel had arrived first for he could hear her crying quietly. He had been dreading this situation the entire walk here. L didn’t know what he was expected to do or say. He wasn’t accustomed to being in this kind of position and there was a slight worry that his inexperience with dealing with others emotions might only serve to make things worse. And part of him felt, well… guilty. But he didn’t understand why.
Under normal circumstances, the detective would have never wanted to hurt her, but he remembered how he had felt that day. L had had every intent to do this to Rachel. He had wanted to push, break or rattle any person he spoke with. He had known what this information would do to her and at the time he hadn’t cared so long as he got the result he wanted.
It wasn’t something that he felt he should apologize for. After all, no one had been in their right state of mind when these days came around. None of this had happened because he was himself. But he felt bad for what had happened. He never meant for Rachel to find out this way. Yes, he might have told her eventually, but he was hoping that she would have been better prepared for it.
L found Rachel crying quietly on a beanbag chair. He watched for a long moment, chewing on his nail trying to determine what the best course of action was. It would have been better if he had arrived first to get some coffee and sugar into his system before having to tackle this, but it was too late now. He had to do something, right?
He drew in his breath to say something, but thought better of it. Instead L picked up another beanbag chair, dropped it next to hers, and proceeded to sit in it. Once he had his feet up off of the floor and he was sure he was comfortable, he turned his body and awkwardly flung his arms around Rachel.