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Light makes absurd promises in the middle of the night, and never intends to keep any of them. However, there's a first time for everything, which is why he's dragging himself through one kitchen after another looking for peaches.

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The apple bounces a little higher, a little more threatening; an internalised voice is murmuring at him not to waste food, and he doesn't recall whose it originally was. Long ago, far away, when he was someone else entirely. He feels sick, and twin spots of pink have risen in his face; he's squinting. The kitchen is bright; perhaps he's dazzled.

Why is he standing in the kitchen holding an apple? How did he get here? Why doesn't any of this make sense?

Snatching the apple back into his hand, he glares at A as hard as he can; he'll still throw it, if he has to. "Get out."

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A sighed softly, realizing that there was nothing at all that he could say that would get through to Light at this point. Perhaps it was smarter to live to fight another day, even if he would have to live with his wounded pride.

He didn't say another word, just gave Light a polite bow of his head before making his way into the hallway to find another kitchen.

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As soon as A's gone, Light spins around and folds up on the counter, holding his breath, pulling himself back together. Stupid. Stupid. What's happening to him? - well, he knows exactly what's happening, doesn't he? Everything's too loud, too bright, too immediately real and painful. Time to hide.

When he gets back to his room, Matt is still sleeping; Light places the bag quietly on the table beside her, before leaving her asleep and sick in his bed. He won't be back.