[[L stops and looks down at Mello. Please, he hasn't had anything substantially sweet in almost a week, tired from searching and now has a baby on his shoulder that if he doesn't properly care for he'll end up like ... Like that.]]

I didn't think it would make sense to you, but that's my mistake. The woman and I aren't married, therefore she's not my wife. The woman who is the mother of this child is not present in my room, she's at her parents.