The damp eyes did not go unseen, but Jared would say nothing of it. He would be no better at pointing it out than L would be put on the spot about it. There were some things manly men just did not discuss.
Well, L had made a damn good point - what does not kill you only makes you stronger. In Dorian's case, however, what kills you gets taken away by heaven's social workers.
"This is...what counts." He murmured, his shoulders slumping. "She was...radiant. Blindingly bright. Her features crystal clear, but indescribable. Her smile... And it didn't hurt. It stopped hurting. In the middle of the room."