She shrugs nonchalantly in response, going over to her freezer for an ice pack.
“In that case, you should’ve thought of that before you decided to roast them,” she says as she gingerly presses the pack to L’s afflicted area, the brush of her hand against his making her skin tingle. “You’ll have to be very light with this, it may make your burn sting more if you press it too hard.”
"Curiosity killed the cat, Naomi-san. Or in this case, burned the detective.."
L stares as the ice is applied, but he feels most especially the subtle difference in temperature between the ice and Naomi's skin. The former is frigid and cold and numbing. The latter is gentler and warm to the touch.
"I was attempting Christmas traditions," he murmurs, and his other hand lifts to touch the ice pack, the touch careful and barely-there, as most his touches are. Moisture collects on its outer layer, turning his skin wet and making him think of colder days. "Roasting chestnuts was on the itinerary."
