[It's a bullshit excuse. It's also sort of the only one L has to present, some makeshift popsicle stick sculpture held together with craft glue and only half-formed. But he only has his breath to waste, right now. The rest of his worldly possessions are locked up in the SQUIP's house, and every possible healthy coping mechanism available to him is locked up somewhere even less accessible.]
I'll use your shower. Lie down for a few hours. I'll be on my way, then.
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I'll use your shower. Lie down for a few hours. I'll be on my way, then.