Light had hardly been without his suspicions, given the way he'd come to expect Death City to operate. A calm in the waters was never without a catch, and that had been entirely why he'd refused the city-wide nonsense of the ski trip and chosen to endure the heat wave instead.

He had not ended up regretting the decision, even when nothing out of the ordinary had happened, as it had afforded him and his weapon the chance to get more productive things done. With several more kishin souls beneath their collective belt and the framework in place toward beginning their own business, Light believed things were moving in a better direction.

For the mostpart...

"Look, are you even listening?" he asked in exasperation, having not received a response for the second time in a row as he'd attempted to go over the last of the paperwork on their way to the building site he had leased. By now he was led to assume L was pouting rather than genuinely spacing out, and had been about to call him out on such when the clown bearing down on them all at once made itself impossible to ignore.

For a split second, the two of them were a perfect portrait of deer caught in the headlights before Light, reflexively, made a grab for L's arm, fully expecting him to fall in-step with his role.