[L stiffens at Connor's approach, tensing in the jaw and the shoulders as though expecting a rebuke or even a physical blow. He's caught completely off-guard when the contact is not only gentle, but... well, purposeful in kind of a wholesome way. Given what he knows about Connor, he probably shouldn't be surprised, but L always habitually tempers and tames his expectations when something good could happen, but does not feel likely to.
He won't kick or scream. He won't even protest; frankly, he doesn't have the willpower or the energy, and his long-overdue requirement for maintenance is overriding such tendencies with absolute compliance. It's a tendency that was conditioned from earliest youth in L; at certain points, the only responsible thing to do is hand over control to a handler, especially when the stakes are high.]
There's a cafe... I find some of their offerings acceptable.
[As if this is any routine meal, and his body is not on the actual edge of desperation and collapse.]
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He won't kick or scream. He won't even protest; frankly, he doesn't have the willpower or the energy, and his long-overdue requirement for maintenance is overriding such tendencies with absolute compliance. It's a tendency that was conditioned from earliest youth in L; at certain points, the only responsible thing to do is hand over control to a handler, especially when the stakes are high.]
There's a cafe... I find some of their offerings acceptable.
[As if this is any routine meal, and his body is not on the actual edge of desperation and collapse.]