[L gets swept up easily in a tangle of limbs, and it startles something like laughter from him, a weak and shaky sound. He hugs Shōyō back, and can't help but cling a little bit to a lifeline through the panic of uncertainty.]

Really? Yeah... I forget to eat all the time.

[Never has a truth been more obvious.]

I guess I get a little weird when I'm that hungry.

[Wouldn't it be nice if he could blame all of this flighty stressed grim fear on hunger? He takes the offered box of donuts after propping himself up and criss-crossing his ankles in front of him, choosing to believe that they'll make it better, that it will at least be an improvement once he's put away one or several.]

What did I miss? Has the score changed?