Slowly he walked over to the bed and sat down beside him, making no move to get closer so as not to frighten him.

"So what do you want to know first?"

the small voice had asked, luckily L had already thought about that.

"The kiss, that feels more important."

If only you knew

Dimentio thought solemnly.

"And I want the mask off. This is a personal conversation. I want to talk to you, not the jester."

Dimentio let out of humorless chuckle as he reached up to slide the mask off.

"But the jester is me."

He tried to joke

"A simple explanation, I had feelings for you. I couldn't bear to let you see my face so I acted without thinking."

Dimentio looked at Mr. L, giving him the opportunity to really take in his face as the purple blush rose to his cheeks. The dark circles were prominent even against his pitch-black skin, He looks like he was made of obsidian. Pale gray splotches that spaced around his face made him seem like a gorgeous painting. L couldn't stop the small heat that rows to his cheeks seeing the blushing boy but also hearing the confirmed feelings made him feel a little giddy. but he pushed it down he couldn't feel that later.

"I'm assuming it's time for my looks?"

L could see the pain in his eyes. He really didn't want to talk about this.

"Please."

A moment of hesitation before Dimentio reached back and unclipped the button of his poncho, allowing it to slip off as he placed it to his side. Mr. L could not stop the gasp that escaped him. Now that he could actually look he saw these were not tattoos but actual cracks in his body, swirling purple and black residing within. He trailed them with his eyes until they settled on the largest gash right over his heart.

Before he realized what he was doing he lifted a shaking hand and gently touched it, which caused Dimentio to hiss and flinch back. L could feel tears in his eyes as he looked back into the yellow eyes of his love.

"What did this to you?"

Dimentio's lip quivered before he broke down into tears, beginning to tell Mr. L everything that had happened. From the Chaos Hearts to the healing wounds, to Count Black saving his life. The feeling of his clothes and even how they seemed to heal after their kiss. Now the two were laid back on the purple comforter, L with his back against the wall and Dimentio in his arms.

"And what about the gray patches?"

Dimentio sighed before bringing his hand to his cheek to feel one of the larger spots.

"It's vitiligo. It means the loss of pigment in my skin. I believe it happened because the heart was draining my energy. The same reason for the bags under my eyes despite me not needing to sleep."

L leans down and begins to kiss the gray blotches on his neck as he traces fingers gently across the healing cracks. Despite the stinging pain Dimentio couldn't help but relax against the Green Man, purring at the warm feeling in his chest. He felt L push him a little bit, prompting him to sit up and turn to look at him. L brought a hand to his cheek and slowly rubbed his thumb over his cheekbone.

"I'm glad I am able to help you heal and it is an honor to be the one I lay by your side. You have no idea how overjoyed I am that you share my feelings. And I look forward to the future of building robots and playing pranks."

Dimentio felt tears in his eyes again as he leaned into the touch, not even trying to hide them or the rising purple blush.

"And I will love you no matter how many scars litter your body, for you are beautiful and crafted perfectly in my eyes."

L leans forward and pulls Dimentio with him, interlocking their lips in another passionate kiss. This one filled with raw feelings and unspoken promises. Dimentio allowed his tears to flow freely as he pulled himself to sit in Mr. L's lap, relishing in the warm arms that wrapped around him and held him close. Noticing the feeling of the painful spikes lessoning as they drowned in each other's adoring love.

As the two began to grow tired they parted to change into their sleepwear, Mr. L returned to his room to change before returning back to the bed. Crawling under the covers and holding each other close, Dimentio's head tucked under L's chin. The plan to fix himself was still in motion, although now it seems Dimentio wouldn't have to do it alone.