[There's something different about Jeremy compared to the last time L met him, and it's not his change into Victorian-adjacent clothing. He's considerably more reserved than the last time they spoke, both in his body language and in his actual speech. It's a miracle that he's willing to come outside at all.

There's a reason he's in a bar, though he's surprised that no one's IDed him. He has a glass of whiskey on the rocks, the taste of which he's vastly overestimated based on movies and TV. He's been nursing it so slowly that the ice has almost fully melted.

He doesn't have much money right now since he's had to beg it off of others. Normally, there'd be no way in hell that he'd spend it on L--either he wouldn't give him the time of day or he'd be running for the door.

But L's come right up to him and asked him the one thing that makes Jeremy stare at him, then, with a little nod of understanding, reach into his backpack and come up with some coins.]

This enough?

[He doesn't ask why L needs it or seems to think he deserves it from Jeremy. It's obvious.]