Against his will, L thrust his hips against Light's, cursing his sex-starved male body. Had years of isolation made him THIS confused?
Yes. Yes, they had.
"Stay calm?" L repeated sarcastically. "You're going to hurt me. You have a fucking GUN held against my head. And you'll very graciously not hurt me too badly if I stay calm. For stomping all over my pride, Light, I'd almost rather you just pulled the trigger and had done with it." he glanced again towards the floor, searching in vain for the dropped safety pin.