[As L sits on the floor with his legs beneath him, listening to the sounds beneath running water, he finds it difficult to remain stationary and placid. Maybe there's a sense that some of this is his fault, because Mello tested his drugs; it could also be that pure and simple, he's concerned about what remains of his legacy. Either way, he's planting a foot beneath him and trying to stand, because he can hear the retching and the shower, and of anyone, doesn't he belong there?]
...He's not fine.
[This should be rather obvious, he thinks.]
One of us should shower with him. At the very least....
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...He's not fine.
[This should be rather obvious, he thinks.]
One of us should shower with him. At the very least....
[Let it be her.]