The older man was a very observant person, not to mention brilliant. Even if he could get on Light’s nerves sometimes with his antics, the younger wasn’t blind to this. He probably noticed how odd Light had been acting that day. Strained smiles, barely hidden annoyance, and a lack of productivity. He was lost in his own head. Bouncing around an idea, till he finally settled on a choice he had been delaying on making. It’s late in the afternoon, close to dusk, and the task force are actually busy eating lunch at the moment. While the two geniuses were not. Light had been staring at the screen for a good four minutes before he insisted that he needed to speak to Ryukazi-- alone.
It required some persuasion, and probably curiosity. But Light got what he wanted, yet now his throat and voice seemed to be failing him. Cheeks would have reddened with how much of a fool he felt at the moment. If he wasn’t preoccupied already. A breath, fists clenched, ignoring the handcuff around his wrist as much as he could. He might find soon, depending how this goes, that he’ll miss them. “Ryuzaki,” a pause, “That--- theory you had about Misa, and I...” eyes shut as his head turns away. “I think you might be right.” Ugh, how bitter those words taste.