[There are volumes in that silence, and it puts Myr's heart in his throat to listen to them.

He had wanted to believe Mello's madness could not go so far as immolating his own idol from pique. That was why he had confronted him, after all, believing that knowledge would serve as a corrective to someone who followed in L's brilliant footsteps.

But he had been awfully, horribly wrong then. And he was not awfully, horribly wrong last night to have feared for L's life.

I should have gone to him. I will, next time. This won't go on.

That L adopts an undertone to ask for a place to stay only hammers that nail home.]

You can stay as long as you like, intimus. Caster's been spending nights in his new shop, so we're hardly crowded. [He can make himself sound calm even when he's back to dearly wanting to scream, or sob.

L did not deserve this.

Though it'll be a while yet before the waiter returns, Myr's already digging out his coin purse, already counting out double the cost of their drinks and meals to lay on the table. The faster they can depart, the better.]

And if we're better off avoiding going to get your things, I'm sure we can make do with what I've got. [Buying new doesn't occur to him as an option.]