[Myr had--tried, earnestly tried to make space for the idea that whatever he'd felt over the Bond last night was not as horrible as it felt. To trust (ha!) that L could take care of himself, that it wasn't a murder or worse in progress-- To give his Bonded some kind of necessary space for growth and agency.
He failed miserably, and after several hours of utter distraction by increasingly terrible imagined scenarios he grabs the watch and calls L. At least--small mercies--he knows the detective's not dead, but dear Maker--]
What happened last night and how badly are you hurt?
voice, backdated to shortly after <s>Mello's trip to Disneyland</s> L & Mello's encounter;
He failed miserably, and after several hours of utter distraction by increasingly terrible imagined scenarios he grabs the watch and calls L. At least--small mercies--he knows the detective's not dead, but dear Maker--]
What happened last night and how badly are you hurt?