Matsuda wasn't much help.

It's not to say that he didn't have anything to bring to the table, it's just that what he did bring was more suited for the field. But it did make L feel a bit warm inside when the older of the two decided to stay watching the computers with him instead of going on break with the others.

They sat in relative silence, L routinely checking in on the captives once or twice. He felt himself drifting in and out of consciousness, everything felt like it was in random chunks, it was dizzying. He let himself fall back onto the seat, back pressing against the fabric as he let his legs fall into a more natural position.

He always hated thinking up persona's for cases, it was a pain coming up with traits to fit the character he was going to play, always a pain to answer people's questions when he eventually broke down from playing someone he didn't like being.

It made him so, tired.

He just wanted to sleep, that's all he ever wanted, really.

But he never gets what he wants, only what he needs.

He felt eyes on him, but didn't bother to attempt to get back into character, no- he couldn't get back into character, not now.

A hand touched his shoulder, making his eyes flicker to Matsuda's. "Feeling tired, Ryuzaki?" Yes, he was. He always was and he was sick of it, he wanted to sleep, but he didn't want to dream.

Hands were tugging on his, so he let himself be pulled up to his feet. He didn't bother with balancing himself, falling onto Matsuda's chest. He heard Matsuda talking, but didn't register the words.

He was tired.

He felt himself be picked up, he kept his gaze fixated on the floor, his vision coming out as fuzzy and disoriented.

He was set down on a bed, and was vaguely aware of Matsuda crouching in front of him, brushing hair out of his face.

There were footsteps moving towards the door, a brief hesitation in them before light shone in from the hallway.

He was alone.

But he didn't sleep.