[Both extremes are discouraging and frightening vignettes. As Cesar glances around the room, he'll notice little he hasn't already; it's seemingly stripped of personality and comfort, the only furniture aside from the desk and bed a metal folding chair. Two cigarette butts and perhaps a teaspoon of ash are in the metal tray, and the bottom drawer of the desk is just slightly ajar. L's doppel notices it, nudging it shut with his foot, and its contents rattle like maracas as he does so.

The chain clinks softly as he leans against Cesar's side, attempting to manually drape the other's man around his narrows shoulders.]

I can be pretty selfish, but at least you know what I want and you're completely free to give it to me. That's never been a problem. You don't have to admit that I'm the better on in every way, but in that way, I win objectively.