[Though the ultimate result will be beneficial and invigorating, it's exhausted L in the moment. He wilts forward onto his elbows, nudging the plate away from him with his fingertips. It's possible, even likely, that he is full after going so long without eating substantial amounts of actual food.]
I don't even want dessert. Just don't make me finish it.
[He's genuinely worried about losing the half he's already put away, and he worked so hard.]
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See? Now the other half... and then you can have your dessert.
[He knows this is hard for L just from how sick he looks, but he needs some goodness in his body.]
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I don't even want dessert. Just don't make me finish it.
[He's genuinely worried about losing the half he's already put away, and he worked so hard.]