[It's a mess, all of it, and L feels acutely trapped here. He can't leave while Mello is potentially in danger; though his Bond with the younger man would alert him to it at once, it's growing increasingly apparent that Alex has no intentions of simply letting him walk out, though he'd prefer nothing more. He's wearily resigned, rather than childishly petulant about the fact, as he makes his shuffling way back to the couch and plants himself firmly on the cushion covering the pills Mello brought back with him.
He speaks up, addressing Alex.]
Whether or not you close the door... it's up to you. We're Bonded and I won't allow any harm to come to him.
[She might not have had the time to grow to trust him, but there is a somber hollowness to his words. They are the truth.]
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He speaks up, addressing Alex.]
Whether or not you close the door... it's up to you. We're Bonded and I won't allow any harm to come to him.
[She might not have had the time to grow to trust him, but there is a somber hollowness to his words. They are the truth.]