[L is patient, wide-eyed, nonjudgmental at Mello's inability to commit to a solid and decisive answer. As much of an authority figure as he is, and can be, he's adrift in these fragmented days and moments, looking for the most basic guidance and reassurance. He's a specialized machine that has fallen from its stand, those particular intricate tasks a series of clattering and grinding nonsensical motions until his placement is reinstated.
Watari was so good at it. He could tell at a glance whether L needed a quick patch or a hard reset, and the mess on Mello's hands is both out of his depth and not his problem in any fair world.
But here they are.]
A girl?
[He actually sounds relieved.]
No, it isn't a problem in the least. I'm happy for you. Is she the Bond prospect you mentioned?
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Watari was so good at it. He could tell at a glance whether L needed a quick patch or a hard reset, and the mess on Mello's hands is both out of his depth and not his problem in any fair world.
But here they are.]
A girl?
[He actually sounds relieved.]
No, it isn't a problem in the least. I'm happy for you. Is she the Bond prospect you mentioned?