By the time he comes back, he's changed shirts. He'll take a real shower after L has left, but until then, it serves as a cheap excuse for why he lingered so much in his bedroom (looking for a temporary hiding place), and it makes him feel a little less like he's suffering a dehydrated Morning After.

Breakfast and coffee are ready. The toast looks completely inedible, but the coffee tastes better than it usually does, and the gesture itself is oddly touching. He picks up both plate and mug and looks towards L, seeing if he has one of his own. If he does, Cesar will tilt his head towards the main room, where they can pull up chairs and eat over the papers scattered across the table. If L doesn't have a plate and mug, he'll put the plate back down as though he meant to all along, staying where he is.