Oh. Oh. That is a revelation. Not something he would have thought at all and it made him think. If Lelouch had approached him like this, with the intent of romance, back before all that had happened between them...

They would have both died of embarrassment like the flustered teenagers they had been but... If Lelouch had asked, he doesn't think he would have rejected him.

Maybe that's the drugs talking, but he's not so sure.

Of course L.L wasn't finished talking yet, wasn't done with the questions and the next one made him pause, every part of him froze.

Hearing her name from L.L does not elicit the anger it once would have, they'd discussed it, he understood better now. It didn't stop the pain or the grief or the general anger that it had happened at all. He just didn't blame L.L, not fully, not really.

It's perhaps cruel that not even her name, not even all the memories that have just been evoked and the pain that courses through him dampens the lust he feels for L.L right now, the wish to throw himself at him, to give in to him completely. Such was the strength of the drugs, but his eyes dropped as he shook his head.

"No. It wouldn't have been proper."