L was having some trouble with his lighter. It snapped four times before he managed to get a flame; the issue seemed to be his shaky hands, but the nicotine would help with that. He inhales the acrid relief, holding his breath for a moment before exhaling.

"I outsourced contacting you to Shou. He was eager enough, I needed to clean Tony up, and it would have been really inefficient and stupid to have two people furiously texting or calling you when you were probably on your way here in your car the second you heard what happened. It's been hectic," he adds quietly. "He wouldn't calm down without a tranquilizer, but there shouldn't be any long-term effects... especially with the healing abilities it appears he's pulsed back."

He leans against the wall, in a state of soggy exhaustion, before wordlessly offering Richard the cigarette carton.