L could never put it into words, not if his life depended on it, but he didn't like feeling trapped so much as he felt he deserved it. He found it cathartic to discipline himself before others saw it necessary to.

"That's not a problem... especially since it's night," L said, trying to make it sound teasing and gentle, but as often happens, his tone doesn't quite cooperate and it just sounds odd. He heads toward the gym, empty since the event of a few days prior; the exercise mats are even still sitting there untouched in the middle of the floor.