Safer... more relaxed... L supposed that that was truth. He just needed to feel like his sleep would be undisturbed, if he attained it. He held still as Metatron moved to pull the bedclothes over him, but started slightly when Metatron asked about his scarf.
"Um... it's just... I'm just..." he stammered, realizing that he was only looking more suspicious. Swallowing, he slowly unwound the scarf, and then drew the sheets quickly up to his chin. He wasn't sure why he was so afraid for Metatron to see... aside from the fact that it looked like he'd dangled for twenty seconds from the limb of a tree by his neck.