Those didn't exactly count as "good" mattresses, by any means, but Tony understood. He's slept on piles of cardboard, old wet mattresses tossed out in alleys, and even just straight concrete. He knew discomfort, he also knew that it was much nicer to not sleep on those things.

"If you're sure," He accepted the explanation with a dubious look. Trying to understand all of what went on in L's mind was a task best left for someone more experienced and maybe a little more sane than Tony. He didn't get it, and as long as L wasn't hurting himself he wasn't going to worry about it too much. Maybe just enough to insist on giving him a tiny touch of color. Really, just a bit, this is too much white.

"Y'know normally I'd be alright with it but... yeah, can we move?" He didn't like it. It didn't actually burn, but the way it glared down on him certainly made him think it might at any moment. Where L craved the burn, Tony knew all it would do was burn away parts of himself. And for the longest time himself was all he had, he didn't want to lose any of it even if it was turning into something dark and twisted.

He was already worried he'd lost enough as it was.