[Imposing isn't the issue. L just knows that he can be a taxing presence to live with, and that, like a favor of blood, it's too much to ask even of a Bonded. The fact that he hasn't been able to successfully live alone at any point in his life somewhat complicates this conviction.

He fidgets as they wait, swallowing experimentally. He thinks that with small bites he can manage; it'll just take longer.]

For now... the things I brought with me to the inn we stayed at last night are probably fine. It's just a few blocks from here.

[A change of clothes, his means to self-medicate. What else does he actually need?]