[Connor notes the lack of outward emotion, but he doesn’t care to try to pry L from his shell. His words are enough to let Connor know that he’s feeling this too.]

It did.

[It's a familiar ache, now. That familiarity doesn't make it any easier to deal with, he finds.

He gets to his feet again and dusts himself off, more out of habit than any real care for how he looks right now. He’s sullen and oddly lifeless in comparison to how he usually presents himself. There’s a long moment where he considers just leaving without saying anything else, but... L is going through the same thing as Connor right now. They've both lost a Bond.]

...There’s no use in standing here. I tried, when Justine left. It isn’t coming back.

[He stares at the fresh glass on the ground.]

Do you want to walk with me?