[If not concerned, Mello is nothing short of amused. When the other bumps his elbow, pale brows shoot up — ]
[L's been drinking. Something that seems to be commonplace here; it's only understandable. Things are in a constant trial of upset; nothing is permanent. God knows Mello's had his share of cognac during his short time here.]
You look like shit.
[Light of a statement it can be; Mello's lifting a cup of oversweetened coffee to his lips, settling back into the chair. He's studying L, if nothing else.]
no subject
[L's been drinking. Something that seems to be commonplace here; it's only understandable. Things are in a constant trial of upset; nothing is permanent. God knows Mello's had his share of cognac during his short time here.]
You look like shit.
[Light of a statement it can be; Mello's lifting a cup of oversweetened coffee to his lips, settling back into the chair. He's studying L, if nothing else.]