[There's something absolutely and undeniably comforting about someone taking charge when L himself is at a loss. And right now, he's certain this counts as feeling adrift and desperate for some kind of guidance from a gentler place, and that's exactly what Ada seems to be offering. She's simple and consistent, that way; it's the kind of thing that L dismisses as boring on most days, but couldn't possibly place a price on it now that he's in need and values this kind of help so very highly.
He doesn't even have shame in these moments. He's far from pride. He's nothing but a child whose sweat is coating him in a film he wants to shed immediately, and she is the tender figure helping him to the washroom, holding a cloth, running a bath, even adding fragrant bubbles.
He sits nearby as she does so, surprised by how even the short walk from his bed has exhausted him. If she senses that he's staring at her in a way akin to studying a subject, she's not mistaken; it's really not far off from the truth.]
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He doesn't even have shame in these moments. He's far from pride. He's nothing but a child whose sweat is coating him in a film he wants to shed immediately, and she is the tender figure helping him to the washroom, holding a cloth, running a bath, even adding fragrant bubbles.
He sits nearby as she does so, surprised by how even the short walk from his bed has exhausted him. If she senses that he's staring at her in a way akin to studying a subject, she's not mistaken; it's really not far off from the truth.]