[L's expression is sullen, largely unreadable. It is strange to be humbled, because while he often plays the fool, there's no threat to his ego when it's just a game. Now his feelings of helplessness and the roaming, uncomfortable realization that he's been lying prone and vulnerable while others tended to him is setting in, in earnest.]
We... are. Rather different.
[Quiet concession. There's no fight there, just a truth that makes so many pieces fit more logically together.]
And your certainty on the matter is actually very helpful.
[His gaze has fallen toward the covers, and when she asks about a bath, it raises again to meet Adeline's.]
...I think that might help. If you could.
[Nothing makes things seem clearer like being clean. It's long been a habit of L's to seek the calm peace of a bath or shower in times or stress or turmoil.]
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We... are. Rather different.
[Quiet concession. There's no fight there, just a truth that makes so many pieces fit more logically together.]
And your certainty on the matter is actually very helpful.
[His gaze has fallen toward the covers, and when she asks about a bath, it raises again to meet Adeline's.]
...I think that might help. If you could.
[Nothing makes things seem clearer like being clean. It's long been a habit of L's to seek the calm peace of a bath or shower in times or stress or turmoil.]