[The use of his real name has a pronounced effect on L; it always does, because no one is allowed to use it, and when it happens, it's because they've been trusted and it's sensitive information, powerful information.

His mind is racing. If it wasn't for the look in the SQUIP's eyes, maybe he'd find a way to reassure and steady himself, but... no, there's the Bond's undercurrent again, soothing, more than the shower has ever done for him.

His breath still shudders when he inhales. He wants to like this. He wants to believe that it's what it sounds like, that it could follow those grand scripts and graceful cue cards.

Oh... wait, no it's stupidly simple, isn't it? Frost touches the Bond, because L believes he's figured it out. He smiles palely.]

You're absolutely right. Sorry...

[He apologizes awkwardly, tilting his head away, trying to sound lighthearted, flippant.]

I need to double down on my efforts. Parliament isn't just going to ring me on my watch, I... have to be proactive. That'd make you happy, right?