I've got nothing left for the journey home

[onlydisappear]

[Matt's sitting at the table in one of the kitchens with a bowl of soup in front of him, but he's smoking instead of eating, using a stray teacup as an ashtray. His goggles are pushed up onto his forehead. Every once in a while, he pulls a piece of paper from his vest pocket, unfolds it, and smiles in a wavery sort of way before tucking it away

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*L meanders into the kitchen, looking aimless; he is not. He wrinkles his nose a little at the smoke. Then, an expression of annoyance flickers across his face as he sees what Matt is using as an ashtray... but never mind, it can be washed. The expression is there and gone.*

*As he passes Matt, he gives a cool nod, one of the things that passes as a greeting when he bothers at all, then opens the refrigerator door and stands in front of it, hunting for something to snack on.*

[onlydisappear]

Ryuuzaki, hey.

There's some coconut soup around, I think.

[firm_detective]

*He turns around, giving Matt a dumbfounded, quizzical look.*

Coconut soup?

[onlydisappear]

It's sort of sweet?

[firm_detective]

*He gives his head a quick shake, eyes narrower than usual, and goes back to his search through the refrigerator. After a moment, he makes a small sound -- ah! -- and emerges with a piece of german chocolate cake on a plate.*

There. Coconut.

*Approaching the table, he pulls out a chair, then hops into it. Next, the cigarette is on the receiving end of a pointed look.*

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Oh... sorry. [He puts the cigarette out.]

Soup's not sweet enough? [He's trying to joke.]

[firm_detective]

No, not in particular. It is soup -- it isn't my favorite way to consume that sort of thing.

*He has forgotten a fork, and scrambles up to get one -- in the time he's spent in the Mansion, he's become more accustomed to getting his own food, but it's so much easier when someone (Misa, Watari) is there to get it for him.*

You are not eating or drinking anything.
Why?

[onlydisappear]

[Matt looks at his soup again, which is, as advertised, coconut-green curry, and into which he's dumped plenty of Sriracha. He really couldn't be less interested in it.]

I'm not really in the mood.

[firm_detective]

*Matt is on the receiving end of a stare: raised eyebrows, gaze both blank and expectant. L never actually asks him why he's not in the mood. Instead, he makes it clear that he's waiting to be told.*

[onlydisappear]

My, um, boyfriend, I guess, got sent home.

[He's not sure why he expects L to disapprove.]

[firm_detective]

*L has taken a bite of cake, and as he chews it, he replies in a mild tone,*

Boyfriend?

[onlydisappear]

Mello. [He sighs.] At least he had time to let me know.

[firm_detective]

*The gaze doesn't waver. Any number of Mellos have passed through the Mansion in the time that he's been here; the ones that differentiate themselves are the ones he knows better.*

Which Mello?

[onlydisappear]

I called him M. He got here not long after the explosion?

[firm_detective]

*He waves his fork in the air, holding it by the tip of the handle.*

Yes, I think I spoke to him a few times... he kept himself scarce.

It is... difficult, meeting people here.

*He thinks of how there was a time, a long time, when he didn't have any certain answer to the question of whether or not he would be able to stay with Misa; even worse, the months when he thought he might never see her again. None of this shows on his face, which remains inexpressive.*

[onlydisappear]

He... had some stuff to work through.

The hard part's what happens after you meet someone. Everyone leaves, and I can't, and- You probably don't care about any of this, yeah?