[Why does Paul keep his hands on him? Is it to offer comfort, or to remind him that even if L was allowed, he's well past the point of being able to simply stand up and walk away from this by himself.
It's hard enough just to remain propped upright, even with the support of the couch at his back. It's hard enough to keep his gaze slightly down and to the side, avoiding Paul's. Maybe it's defiance, or shame, or some unsure mix of the two. and it only deepens and grows more confused and complex when Paul thanks him for speaking words he almost immediately regrets.]
Yeah...
[There's a flash as their eyes meet for just a moment, too intense to look at for very long. L, who can stare across the table with a smirk at one who would call himself God, is actively terrified of the kneeling and softly-speaking Paul in this moment.]
You shouldn't have come here.
[The couch at his back lurches with a violent shove from Lycka. He loses his balance and cries out sharply, as the stump of his injured wrist knocks against the floor and leaves a blotted, congealed red smudge on one of the only relatively clean places on the floorboard.]
No one needed to know. I was handling it, and I would have handled what came after.
[Lycka arches and hisses at him, uncharacteristically hostile towards her own sleeper... but that sleeper's mood is reflected in her, pain and fear that lashes out and shoves those who would try to help away. It's the same logic that tucked him under a chaise longue in the Pale Sanctuary, and lets him lie about what Shoyo sees through rose-tinted lenses over and over again, as recently as just a few minutes ago.]
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It's hard enough just to remain propped upright, even with the support of the couch at his back. It's hard enough to keep his gaze slightly down and to the side, avoiding Paul's. Maybe it's defiance, or shame, or some unsure mix of the two. and it only deepens and grows more confused and complex when Paul thanks him for speaking words he almost immediately regrets.]
Yeah...
[There's a flash as their eyes meet for just a moment, too intense to look at for very long. L, who can stare across the table with a smirk at one who would call himself God, is actively terrified of the kneeling and softly-speaking Paul in this moment.]
You shouldn't have come here.
[The couch at his back lurches with a violent shove from Lycka. He loses his balance and cries out sharply, as the stump of his injured wrist knocks against the floor and leaves a blotted, congealed red smudge on one of the only relatively clean places on the floorboard.]
No one needed to know. I was handling it, and I would have handled what came after.
[Lycka arches and hisses at him, uncharacteristically hostile towards her own sleeper... but that sleeper's mood is reflected in her, pain and fear that lashes out and shoves those who would try to help away. It's the same logic that tucked him under a chaise longue in the Pale Sanctuary, and lets him lie about what Shoyo sees through rose-tinted lenses over and over again, as recently as just a few minutes ago.]