[L tenses at Myr's approach, putting extra precious millimeters between them even if no sense available to the faun could possibly discern as much. He feels the draw toward contact just as much as his Bonded does, the notion that it would fix so much to just cling a bit... but now isn't the time to be weak. That can come later... or maybe sooner, if Friday takes its sweet time getting here.

He nods, confirming with a low hum the way Mello left and implicitly what that means. Barring a return, which are not unheard of but relatively rare, it means no more worrying about his fierce possessive streak and the damage he's willing to wreak in its name.]

It is what it is. Wherever he is [dead, he will be dead by twenty] I hope he's found peace.

[Would that they could all be so lucky, in time. L feels that often these days, and there's a hollow drag in his chest when Myr brings up, explicitly, their last conversation and what had transpired in front of both of them. L's eyes tense slightly around the edges at the way the segue is executed; of course it would come up. How long will they stay here before the Circle just takes the pain away and replaces it with something more familiar?]

Is... that so. I'm glad you understand...

[Mello is brutal. L came first, taught him what he knew through example; simple enough reasoning.]

I'm glad for so much. And grateful.

[Everyone wants to let go of a burden in the end, and some things should probably not go unsaid.]

If... you want to say anything else about it, I'll listen. I'll try to understand.

[Or they could go to the Circle, and just end it. That, L would understand without having to try.]