[Even if L's doppelganger is his precise opposite in a lot of ways, he has the man's icy stare down to a T. He watches frigidly as Cesar drops the sleeping man onto a mattress that is honestly so soft that it shouldn't have a place in this spartan environment. His limbs are limp and malleable as Cesar arranges them into something more natural and not quite so haphazard ragdoll, all while his doppelganger watches with silent reproach.]

There. It's done, he's in bed. Are you happy?

[Said more than a little snappishly.]

Do you ever wonder what he did for your copy? Probably like nothing I did for you. Just saying.