*Cesar can see himself in the mirror, now, and he's more of a mess than he realized. Dark spots pepper his shirt below his face, and his hands are covered in bright red lines that have dripped and smeared, making it look significantly worse than it really is.*
*L beckons him over with a washcloth. Cesar nods and steps close, reaching for it automatically. He knows L might want to scrub his face, but attempts to establish his own independence have become automatic over the last two weeks, and it occurs to him too late that L isn't going to insist, and that he won't get a second chance to consider.*
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Date: 2015-04-04 10:26 pm (UTC)*L beckons him over with a washcloth. Cesar nods and steps close, reaching for it automatically. He knows L might want to scrub his face, but attempts to establish his own independence have become automatic over the last two weeks, and it occurs to him too late that L isn't going to insist, and that he won't get a second chance to consider.*