[Adeline is, of course, not wrong about any of this. L knows it through his stinging pride, which is ultimately more debilitating than any pain hypothetically inflicted on his ribs or his head. L sets his jaw, sulking darkly for a few silent moments while he rethinks his approach. The bunny, it seems, will not be bullied when it comes to matters of health and wellness and the protection of charges she has taken on willingly. The only appropriate reaction is one of gratitude and deference, and unfortunately, all L can currently feel is impatience and frustration.

He does not have time to be injured, and the SQUIP is somewhere without him, damaged and angry and swallowed in a blackness that L can feel through a Bond that has warped and faded right along with whatever they did to it.]

Sorry. I know... you're right.

[Mumbled. Apologizing is one of the things he finds the most difficult in all the world.]

I'll wait if you think it's best. I'll do whatever you think is best if it helps me get back on my feet faster.

[He has every intention of staying there, once it's been managed.]