Saturday night, Sunday night

[firm_detective]

L has been asleep through most of the day, but now that he's awake, he finds that he wants a cup of hot tea. He doesn't want to wake Misa, so he leaves a note, and decides to take a walk to the kitchen. Someone or other there will probably help him, and the change of scene might improve his mood

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[justiceishot]

(Pink's in a good mood, for once. He's just had a very satisfying meeting with the newest L, and he's very relaxed. Though, he was thirsty, so he decides to go to the kitchen to find some tea of some sort.

And he spots Ryuuzaki. And sighs.

Approaching the man, he frowns slightly, his disapproval lightly coloring his tone. He knows Ryuuzaki hated to be stuck in bed, but...)

Hello, Ryuuzaki.

[firm_detective]

*He looks up and attempts a wan smile, anticipating the lecture.*

Good evening, Pink-san.

Seat?

[[timeline follies: the conversation with Mel, above, took place the night before Isalright arrived. However, F-D wound up in the kitchen during that thread, too, so let's assume this is happening after that.]]

[justiceishot]

(He sits, and chews his thumb. He's a little distracted, mostly because he's thinking of what just happened, but he manages to pay enough attention to Ryuuzaki. He stares at his alternate for a moment, and then rolls his eyes.)

You shouldn't be out of bed, but you know that, I'm sure.

(And that's all he has to say about that, for now.)

Are you doing any better? Heard anything new?

[firm_detective]

*He raises his eyebrows.*

Yes, I know. It doesn't matter.
If there's a chance to -- find out what it is, then I want to take it.

*He picks a cherry out of the bowl on the table in front of him, then pops it into his mouth. The stem sticks out, and he fiddles with it, as if it were a lollipop stick.*

I have some ideas.

You look -- distracted.

[justiceishot]

I know you do. Which is why I'm not saying anything else on the matter.

(He nods at Ryuuzaki's mention of ideas, ready to listen, but he actually... turns red when Ryuuzaki mentions he looks distracted. He stutters, something very out of the normal for him, or any L:)

O-oh, d-do I?

[firm_detective]

*He nods.*

Yes. Distracted.

Are you sure it doesn't explain why -- you are not admonishing me to spend -- more time with Misa?

[justiceishot]

Er...

(His face turns a darker shade of red, and he pulls at his shirt uncomfortably, as if trying to hide something underneath it.)

... It could be, yes.
But, if I told you, you couldn't tell anyone else. Ever.

(He figures it's safe enough to tell him, if he has any interest.)

[firm_detective]

*He sets the cherry pit and stem on the napkin, and tilts his head, curious.*

Now I am intrigued.
And it would be a distraction...

*He sighs, which turns into a cough, which hurts his chest and stomach. He waves his hand in the air to show it's not cause for further concern; he's getting used to the pain.*

All right. Won't tell.

[justiceishot]

(He pauses to makes sure Ryuuzaki is all right, nodding slightly at the hand wave. But he's quiet for a few moments more, making sure no one is listening or even in the kitchen.

He takes a bit of a deep breath and then ruffles his hair, face the color of the cherries Ryuuzaki was eating.)

... Have you met the newest L? The singer?

[firm_detective]

*He notes the flushed complexion. It doesn't go well with the hair.*

... Yes...
He walked me here.
You just missed him.

[justiceishot]

Oh, good god.

(He breathes a sigh of relief, and rubs the back of his neck. Good thing, too, he didn't want to see the man again so soon.)

Well, I met him as well. And for some reason, I can't control myself, and I--

(He can't believe he's telling this to Ryuuzaki of all people.)

I started teasing him, and he returned it, and... things went from there.

[firm_detective]

*His expression turns from interest to surprise.*

Oh?

Oh.

But you --
He is --

*He coughs.*

He is twenty -- and -- had he been here longer -- than fifteen minutes? Well. Is he even -- ?

[justiceishot]

H-hey! (He protests,) You have no leg to stand on!
Just how old is Misa again?

(He sighs, and rubs his forehead.)

It... it wasn't more than just kissing, and he fully agreed to it.
And-- but... god, Ryuuzaki, Lex is going to kill me.

(He holds his head in his hands, looking stressed.)

On top of all of this, B is back, my B, who apparently I'd forgotten when I died and no one bothered to tell me about.

[firm_detective]

*He has stopped sputtering -- mostly -- and attempts to be arch, which isn't working any better than it was earlier.*

Twenty.

But you know -- *he coughs* -- you know it is not the -- same thing.

*He frowns.*

It was your B who -- was the locus of the problem -- to begin with, and there are -- half a dozen reasons why -- people did not tell you.

[justiceishot]

(Irritably:)

I'm aware it's not the same thing. But don't talk to me about age.

(He covers his face.)

... I know. I'm sorry.
I just... I'm tired. Really, truly exhausted.
I'm worried about what's going to happen to Misa if you--

(The words catch in his throat, and he swallows before continuing.)

Her, and... and this sickness, and who I have to pick, and I just needed a break. It may have not been an advisable choice in stress relief, but...

I'm afraid he won't talk to me again.

[firm_detective]

*His face falls.*

I'm more than worried. I am... yes.

I am sleeping so much, and there's so little time... the pain keeps getting worse -- and worse. I had the green discharge from -- my nose last night.

She talks about following me, if -- if it happens, and I can't -- it makes it -- *He lets out a dejected sigh.*

At any rate, I think your dil--emma is a larger problem than your -- choice of stress relief.