[L shakes his head, eyes straying absentmindedly toward the window, which had lain in pieces so very recently. They were a household of two witches, and repair hadn't been so terribly difficult, but the apology is still... well, appropriate, even if "appreciated" might a stretch. It never really occurred to L that he might receive an apology, for such a thing that one Bonded to another would consider all too natural.]

No... please don't concern yourself with that. It's unnecessary.

[Robotic enough to win an award, truly, if such things could be said to exist. Why is it so easy to feel inadequate and shamed in the presence of true mechanical men?]

Are you here, partly, to ask me what I think you should feel about it? Or...

[He's uncertain. Certainly unqualified. He can't imagine that's what Connor might ask for... but is it possible that's the case?]