[There are joy and sorrow--so, so much sorrow--both to be had in their journey together. There is also wonder in it, bright as the stars studding the midnight sky in L's internal world; it is this that first captured Myr, drawn him with inevitable force into a love he cannot easily compass in words. Painful as it often can be to inhabit their Bond, it is also utterly, wholly worth it.

Speaking of pain--]

It's forgiven, [before L had even tendered the apology, though that he would do so says volumes. It tightens the vice grip around Myr's heart the more; they are making progress, despite the difficulty of the road, and he is proud of every good inclination that sprouts in his Bonded's soul. But oh, how great the risk to those tender little plants, when L is surrounded by so many who would crush them without further thought.] It's all forgiven. I was more afraid for you than upset at the hurt.

[He leans down to retrieve their dropped meals; the boxes, thankfully, are none the worse for wear. The movement buys him a moment to formulate a question.]

Would you have denied him? [he asks of L's aposiopesis, gently. It could sound like coercion, he is aware only after he's asked it. Though it would be a velvet-coated sort, the thought lodges sharp and sudden in his throat.

Ordinarily, not something to worry over. In this context, with clear and aching evidence of the things L felt himself obliged to do out of duty...]