[L's eyes linger on the liquor; it is morning, but time is a confusing thing right now. Hours have been obliterated and folded into the tangle of sleep and waking, hazy realization and stark sobriety; where they begin and end is only informed by the position of the Sun, which does indicate that it is before noon.
No matter. No judgment; L's not exactly in a place to as he goes to pour himself a very full cup of coffee. Even standing is difficult, now; his vision spots and fades, and he places a hand on the counter for subtle support, makes sure that his knees aren't locked. Mello seems on-edge; it both makes sense, under the circumstances, and is profoundly annoying. It would make L feel better if he just moved on, but...
Well. It wouldn't actually fix anything, in the end.]
It looks good.
[And smells better. L does some of his best thinking when he's peckish, but never this much; it's at the point where the presence of warm and fragrant food isn't even distracting anymore, it demands obsessive and purposeful focus. Only L's most immovable shred of pride prevents him from digging into the muffins with his fingertips and stuffing his face.]
I'm, going to just...
[No good. He has to take a muffin and bite into it before they're even seated, and just like that, one bite has turned into four.]
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No matter. No judgment; L's not exactly in a place to as he goes to pour himself a very full cup of coffee. Even standing is difficult, now; his vision spots and fades, and he places a hand on the counter for subtle support, makes sure that his knees aren't locked. Mello seems on-edge; it both makes sense, under the circumstances, and is profoundly annoying. It would make L feel better if he just moved on, but...
Well. It wouldn't actually fix anything, in the end.]
It looks good.
[And smells better. L does some of his best thinking when he's peckish, but never this much; it's at the point where the presence of warm and fragrant food isn't even distracting anymore, it demands obsessive and purposeful focus. Only L's most immovable shred of pride prevents him from digging into the muffins with his fingertips and stuffing his face.]
I'm, going to just...
[No good. He has to take a muffin and bite into it before they're even seated, and just like that, one bite has turned into four.]