Saturday morning

[firm_detective]

It's the morning after the visit from B, about thirty-six hours after he lost consciousness in one of the kitchens, and L is still in bed.

At the moment, he is awake, sipping a cup of tea, trying to think past his fever. A few books (Du côté de chez Swann and Gravity's Rainbow) sit neglected on the nightstand.

There is a knock at the door.

[[Private to firmdetective, lastrunnerup, and misamisal.]]

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[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*Softer tone.*

Your concern is appreciated, Mello, but I am... I am young, I am healthy. It will be fine. I want to know what is happening, and here... my usual methods are useless.

[lastrunnerup.livejournal.com]

I understand.

But with all due respect, Ryuuzaki-- *And there is quite a lot of respect due.* --You... don't seem healthy, and that's the thing.

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*He presses his lips together, and doesn't look at Mello.*

I know. But I will improve.

[lastrunnerup.livejournal.com]

All right, Ryuuzaki.

[firm-detective.livejournal.com]

*Another sip of his tea, then he snuggles in on his side again, pulling the blanket up over his shoulder.*

Have you heard of any new cases -- in the last day or two?

[lastrunnerup.livejournal.com]

No, I haven't. Then again I haven't been out of my room much, since I've had Near with me.