It's now been several days since he collapsed in the kitchen, and L is sitting up in bed, with his legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankle. The improvement in his health continues
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*He sets the fruit cup down on his nightstand, then realizes that his laptop rests between him and the door. He pushes it towards the foot of the bed, then crawls across the right side, after which he gets out of bed and approaches the door.*
*He unlocks and opens the door, and says quietly,*
Come in.
*His attempt to be friendly isn't entirely successful, but he is making the attempt. He doesn't look well -- still unusually pale, with a very slight greenish cast. The dark circles under his eyes are deeper than ever, and he's moving slowly.*
(Ryuuzaki looks horrible. It's a good thing that Pink hadn't seen him before, when he'd been really sick; he would've freaked out. He doesn't mind that Ryuuzaki has to try to be friendly, because honestly, he doesn't care much. As far as Pink's concerned, Ryuuzaki is his friend, and also, he was with Misa.
If harm was to come to Ryuuzaki, Misa would be devastated.
His tone is still very much worried:)
...Ryuuzaki. You look terrible... are you all right?
*He crawls back into the bed, over to his usual position on the left side, then gestures at a desk chair to his left, about halfway down the length of the bed and a few feet away from it.*
(Pink does so, going over to the chair, and stepping into it like normal. He hugs his knees close to him, watching Ryuuzaki as if he thinks the man's going to keel over any second.)
O-oh... All right. I'm just... Well. I worry for you, Ryuuzaki, you know.
(He says a little quietly:)
I'm really sorry I haven't been around to help. I've been... oddly distracted lately. Dazed.
Misa does worry... I need to be around for her, as well. I'm glad you are sleeping well.
... I'm not sure. I don't remember most of them, but I always wake up terrified. I think... I think they have something to do with what I've forgotten. But. That isn't what I came here for.
I needed to check up on you. I mean it, I'd really... wouldn't like it if you were deathly ill.
*His hand begins to stray to his mouth, but even his fingers have been aching for a few days; he makes a conscious effort to hold his hands together under the blanket, instead, and decides to temporarily drop the topic of the nightmares.*
She was very upset when I collapsed? *He sighs -- it wasn't really a question, but he'd like to hear more about her reaction.* I thought that I would wake up one day and be unable to leave the room for a while. I never expected to lose consciousness in public.
It is kind of you, but as you can see... I don't think any permanent harm was done.
(He stares at the floor, frowning as he bites at his thumb. )
She was scared. She really loves you, you know, and hearing about your passing out frightened her.
Well, that's not how it happened. (He pauses, and then looks up at Ryuuzaki, staring with that same frown.)
You do know people other than Misa and I worry about you, right? You are one of the leading forces here. If something were to happen to you, not only would Misa be devastated, but half the Mansion would have no one to turn to.
(He sighs once more, and ruffles his own hair. Everything about him is unsettled, like he can't sit still.)
*He stares at a point somewhere near the floor by his bed for what feels like a long time.*
I know she does. It was not my intention to seriously frighten her, of course.
I felt that I would have a limited amount of time in which to gather information, and... create alliances, as much as I could.
*He sighs.*
You, of all people, must understand how -- powerless I feel here -- in comparison, I mean. The nature of the place, the nature of the people in it, the nature of my place among them... I think, Ah, if I were at home, I could really do something. I could insist on a quarantine, and the police would make it happen.
But you know that isn't the case here. I am unable to be very effective. And you know very well... even if it were true that there would be no one else to turn to, it is completely possible that someone else could turn up in a week,... to fill that role... for those people
( ... )
Ryuuzaki? Are you in there?
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Who's there?
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(His worry leaks into his tone.)
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*He sets the fruit cup down on his nightstand, then realizes that his laptop rests between him and the door. He pushes it towards the foot of the bed, then crawls across the right side, after which he gets out of bed and approaches the door.*
*He unlocks and opens the door, and says quietly,*
Come in.
*His attempt to be friendly isn't entirely successful, but he is making the attempt. He doesn't look well -- still unusually pale, with a very slight greenish cast. The dark circles under his eyes are deeper than ever, and he's moving slowly.*
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If harm was to come to Ryuuzaki, Misa would be devastated.
His tone is still very much worried:)
...Ryuuzaki.
You look terrible... are you all right?
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... No, I am not. But I expect I will be,
*he answers, nonchalant.*
Have a seat.
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O-oh...
All right. I'm just...
Well. I worry for you, Ryuuzaki, you know.
(He says a little quietly:)
I'm really sorry I haven't been around to help.
I've been... oddly distracted lately. Dazed.
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*He settles back into his pillows, shifting the weight of his shoulders this way and that. At the second comment, his attention sharpens.*
Dazed?
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It doesn't matter. If you are passing out, it's something for me to worry about.
(He pauses, and then rubs at his forehead. He sounds weary, now.)
Yes, dazed. It's hard to focus.
I've been easily irritated, as well, though that's from the lack of sleep I've had lately.
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*He tilts his head, absorbing the information.*
... I see.
Are you suffering from insomnia again? Mine has receded over the past few months.
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Just--
... Just don't tell me not to worry. I'll only worry more.
(He sighs.)
Sorry for snapping at you.
And yes, insomnia... I can't seem to sleep, and when I do, I have nightmares.
It worries Lex, and I hate that.
Yours has receded? Well, that's good news, at least.
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-- It's nothing.
*He rolls on his side to face the other L, pulling the hem of the blanket up around his shoulder.*
Yes... if anything, I am sorry that all of this has worried Misa.
I don't think I would be sleeping half as well without her....
Does there seem to be any particular pattern to the nightmares?
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(Pink chews on his thumb agitatedly.)
Misa does worry... I need to be around for her, as well.
I'm glad you are sleeping well.
... I'm not sure. I don't remember most of them, but I always wake up terrified. I think...
I think they have something to do with what I've forgotten.
But. That isn't what I came here for.
I needed to check up on you. I mean it, I'd really... wouldn't like it if you were deathly ill.
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She was very upset when I collapsed?
*He sighs -- it wasn't really a question, but he'd like to hear more about her reaction.*
I thought that I would wake up one day and be unable to leave the room for a while. I never expected to lose consciousness in public.
It is kind of you, but as you can see... I don't think any permanent harm was done.
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She was scared. She really loves you, you know, and hearing about your passing out frightened her.
Well, that's not how it happened.
(He pauses, and then looks up at Ryuuzaki, staring with that same frown.)
You do know people other than Misa and I worry about you, right? You are one of the leading forces here. If something were to happen to you, not only would Misa be devastated, but half the Mansion would have no one to turn to.
(He sighs once more, and ruffles his own hair. Everything about him is unsettled, like he can't sit still.)
Just be careful. If not for my sake, for Misa's.
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I know she does. It was not my intention to seriously frighten her, of course.
I felt that I would have a limited amount of time in which to gather information, and... create alliances, as much as I could.
*He sighs.*
You, of all people, must understand how -- powerless I feel here -- in comparison, I mean. The nature of the place, the nature of the people in it, the nature of my place among them... I think, Ah, if I were at home, I could really do something. I could insist on a quarantine, and the police would make it happen.
But you know that isn't the case here. I am unable to be very effective. And you know very well... even if it were true that there would be no one else to turn to, it is completely possible that someone else could turn up in a week,... to fill that role... for those people ( ... )
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