[At the sight of the dragon, L stiffens on his stool. The last time they saw each other was on worse terms than usual, after all... and unlike Jeremy, he does hold Rich responsible in good part for the misery the SQUIP is in now. It is a living, feeling thing that he knows to be capable of love (or at least, the closest thing to it L's ever experienced). It's in pain, and their pain is still shared, and it's why L is here drowning that on a day most people would find some reason to celebrate.
He taps the counter, face tense and defiant. He asks for another whiskey, "with no ice", not knowing that classy men order it "neat." He slaps a palm onto the money, sliding it insistently back toward Jeremy.]
That's Heere's. He earned it.
[He does a double take, as if noticing Rich again, belatedly, groaning in exasperation before addressing him.]
I want you to envision two little boxes.
[He brings the blades of his hands down in two hard parallel lines on the bar top.]
There are your problems, and my problems, and now I want you to stop putting your things in my box.
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He taps the counter, face tense and defiant. He asks for another whiskey, "with no ice", not knowing that classy men order it "neat." He slaps a palm onto the money, sliding it insistently back toward Jeremy.]
That's Heere's. He earned it.
[He does a double take, as if noticing Rich again, belatedly, groaning in exasperation before addressing him.]
I want you to envision two little boxes.
[He brings the blades of his hands down in two hard parallel lines on the bar top.]
There are your problems, and my problems, and now I want you to stop putting your things in my box.