Richard made a soft noise that sounded close to helpless, mostly caught in the back of his throat. He pretended it didn't happen as he crossed the rest of the distance to the bed and pulled up a seat beside it. For a few moments, he debated whether or not physical contact was a good idea, but decided very quickly on 'not' and briefly curled his fingers around one of L's broken hands, skimming his thumb across the back of his knuckles.

It was a token gesture, really. What had happened had been taxing on all of them but he'd never seen L like that. He never wanted to see him like that again, either.

"Tony's alright," he said as he drew his hands back into his lap. "He ain't talkin' much, but I figure it'll be a while before he wants to."