[Mello lets L hoist him up, not fight at all. And as he is tucked in against the man he clings for dear life to the fabric of the shirt, still hiding his little face.

He doesn't know where he is. Who these people are. But to be honest it had been nice to be free of Wammy's for a little while. From the kids who were scared of him, or the teachers who scolded him. Out on his own instead...for a few minutes it had been exciting.

But now he's hurt and disoriented and scared. And quietly whispers between his sobs] P-please d-don't tell them I w-was crying.

[they'll laugh at me]