By now, of course, Yui had squirmed enough to remove L's hand from her back, and had found his hand. She immediately stuck one of the fingers in her mouth, gnawing at it as if it were one of her toys. Her other hand had found the fabric of his jeans, and had curled there to keep herself steady. She looked, for all intents and purposes, to be completely happy where she was and with what she was doing.
"You're certainly not going to make it worse," Yuuji stated, a disapproving tone in his voice, blond brows arching over pale violet eyes. "You're coming home with Yui and I to sleep in a perfectly good bed until your ribs are well enough for you to take the concrete again." He removed the lid of the other box, pulling out a small, neatly-packed, partitioned plastic container that seemed to have some sort of meal that involved rice and possibly fish. That went on his lap, along with a second container that held the brownies, and one of the bottles of water was set at his side. "Eat something, L-san, you're far too thin."
He seemed to notice Yui, then, and laughed, sounding the faintest bit embarrassed. "Oh-- I should've warned you that she's teething."