Well, now Dorian felt like the biggest fool in Chaos and this reflected on Quigby's face. The rest he could forgive easily - that L had believed for a while that he could really make a bomb. While the prospect was daunting, Dorian knew that any man could think bad thoughts, but an evil man became those thoughts. In this instance, L was any man.
"It shall be quite interesting to hear what the others have to say of your ideas, L. I am convinced there shall be a great turnabout of reasoning! I will cherish each plan you share with me, as is a sign of our bond." He wondered what specifically was in the journal, but would not pose the question aloud. "And...um, you were forgiven long ago...for the words. It was my confusion."
{AN: Heh, I think so too. I can't wait for L to indeed make a spectacle of himself, in a completely fangirlish way. Dorian'll be his cheerleader in the background. Blythe's actually on the same page as L, but by the time Metatron gets everyone together, she'll be like, "Fuck it, I wrote a letter. READ IT."}