[The last thing Mello will see before departing the apartment is L pouring himself another half glass of cognac. Drinking alone is easier; no one's there to see him wince at the way the alcohol still goes down stinging and bitter no matter how much he's had, or how much he wants oblivion.
When Mello returns, L's sitting cross-legged on the couch, drying his hair with a towel, because apparently, he's taken another shower. He immediately notices that Mello seems off, and it isn't much of a challenge to guess why. It's touching, in a way, that he would offer himself up as a guinea pig to make sure that he wasn't delivering poison into the hands of his mentor.
He listens to the explanation, watches Mello set them down, and moves aside on the couch. He has the distinct feeling that Mello may need to take an abrupt seat, because he isn't feeling great, is he?]
...noted.
[Just how potent are these? He doesn't take his eyes off the younger man.]
If you'll sit down... I have cash in my shoes. I can reimburse you now.
[They're right there by the door. Easy enough to balance this out on at least one scale.]
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When Mello returns, L's sitting cross-legged on the couch, drying his hair with a towel, because apparently, he's taken another shower. He immediately notices that Mello seems off, and it isn't much of a challenge to guess why. It's touching, in a way, that he would offer himself up as a guinea pig to make sure that he wasn't delivering poison into the hands of his mentor.
He listens to the explanation, watches Mello set them down, and moves aside on the couch. He has the distinct feeling that Mello may need to take an abrupt seat, because he isn't feeling great, is he?]
...noted.
[Just how potent are these? He doesn't take his eyes off the younger man.]
If you'll sit down... I have cash in my shoes. I can reimburse you now.
[They're right there by the door. Easy enough to balance this out on at least one scale.]