L rolls his coffee cup idly between his palms, going to the sink and filling it with water before reaching into his sweater pocket for a pill sorter, dumping Saturday's assorted pile into his palm. He glances Cesar's way as he tilts back another day's worth of relative sanity with a mouthful of water.

"That notebook was under the counter... the kitchen's not really a good place for one, is it?" he asks, leaning against the counter, full attention on the way Cesar's staring at the object in his hands. Is it a cookbook, maybe a journal...?

"If you want, I can come over next weekend and help you organize your apartment. I don't mind, and I'm really good at it," he offers, taking another sip of water.