[private] instead of stressed i lie here charmed.

[subversion]

It's a kitchen, deserted except for Light, who's ... more collapsed than sat at the table. His arm is resting on the surface, and his head is pillowed on it; the other hand is touching a half-eaten piece of toast - perfectly square, spread thinly with some kind of golden-yellow jam, and at least an inch thick.

Over the last week or two, it's got harder and harder to keep his temper; he keeps blowing up at people. It's intolerable; the solution he's chosen is to use (not abuse) some of the prescription sedatives in his medicine cabinet. He's been careful; he's started on the lowest dose, intending to titrate upwards. Unfortunately he didn't anticipate how severe the interactions with his usual medication were likely to be.

He's literally fallen asleep at the table.

[[OOC: private to stripesandheels.]]

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[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[She climbs off the bed, off the other side.]

I'll put the prescription in the kitchen, in the pan we made the eggs in. I won't bother you again, Light, please don't worry.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

[Against the bed, he's wrapped his head in his arms; it's bursting. Once she's out of his hair, he can rest and go at his own pace and put himself back together, tiny brick by tiny brick.

The voice that cackles in the background is a girl's voice: Nothing's going to be all right, never again. The politeness is odd, after what he just said; incongruous.]

Thank you.

[stripesandheels.livejournal.com]

Okay. If you ever change your mind, you know how to find me, huh, kitten?

Take care.

[subversion.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't say anything more, just waits for her to leave, curled into his ball. As if he'd change his mind. She's nothing, after all.]