L closed the door slowly after him, watching Ray doubtfully as he limped pitifully into the neat, well-kept apartment that had definitely seen a woman's touch.

"Are you not allowed? For recovery, I mean... if it's your choice, I support that, but if you're not actually planning to give it up... I'd hardly be the person to judge, you know?"

He trailed after him, biting his lip.

"So, I've been working on how to legitimately 'earn' that money. Obviously if we start spending it, it'll be suspicious. I thought about asking you to file a workers compensation lawsuit with me, since the coffee shop literally fell on our heads and we were both injured, but... then it occurred to me that I could just... well, inherit the money. As of this morning, it's mine, completely legitimately."