[L slinks away rather quickly and without hesitance or ceremony. Whatever Tony said or did seems to have woken him up from the dire situation he'd created, and he's all too happy to leave it for just right now. He's off for a quick shower first, and by the time Tony gets his doppel that far, he'll be raiding the refrigerator and passing out on the couch in the commons with his hair still damp.

The second the duct tape is off from around his face and circling the back of his head, L's doppel is answering breathlessly.]

It's not my fault! It's my nature... I can't help it! My existence means I'm him, and the same things belong to me...

[He starts to stand, but wavers on his feet and loses his balance fairly quickly.]

It's not my fault I know better what Lazarus Lawliet wants than he does. Not my fault...