[While perhaps not as casual or blithe about drug use as Paul is, L is pragmatic about it. If one is too tired to work, there are things for that; if one needs to work more creatively, there are things for that. Apparently, if one's hope is being sucked away by beautiful meek butterflies, there are things for that as well.]

Some things. I know they're called Moonlit Butterflies, and that they're not aggressive. One's advised not to stare at them for too long, but...

[He falters, sets his jaw. As logical as knowing that might be, actually being in their awe-inspiring presence is very different.]