[His eyes might be on the floor, but there is a smolder in their dark cores. It's indignant, sickened, completely disgusted with the fact that something so childishly obvious is being pointed out to him. Except... well, it needs to be, doesn't it? This, too, is a return to form for him. Even as an adult, L had someone ever-present with a better handle on limits to prevent him from making bad choices, doing bad things, damaging valuable assets.
The smolder extinguishes. His eyes are dim and bruised-looking when he looks up again at Connor, and parsing the questions seems to be a strangely slow process for him. It might as well be in a different language... or at least one he is studying but far from proficient in.]
I don't...
[There's a brisk, stilted shake of his head. In a way, that's the only answer he really needs to give: he doesn't. It's not his personal record, so it's not anywhere near a cause for concern. Bare toes rub restlessly against each other.]
no subject
The smolder extinguishes. His eyes are dim and bruised-looking when he looks up again at Connor, and parsing the questions seems to be a strangely slow process for him. It might as well be in a different language... or at least one he is studying but far from proficient in.]
I don't...
[There's a brisk, stilted shake of his head. In a way, that's the only answer he really needs to give: he doesn't. It's not his personal record, so it's not anywhere near a cause for concern. Bare toes rub restlessly against each other.]