The SQUIP, meanwhile, has been spending much more time physically asleep than ever before. The effect its Bonded's current behavior is having on it is... unfortunate, and far less diluted than it would like it to be by their present distance, and its muscles feel like they're turning into cotton.

Which is one reason that it doesn't answer the door immediately.

It's not dressed-- at least, not well, as Connor has insisted on it making itself comfortable and resting to try to offset the effects of L's lifestyle, as arguing with L about it has proven useless. Its clothing is loose and soft, things made for someone much larger of frame to sleep in, its typically well-styled hair messy. The side of its face, one of its handsome, high cheek bones is deeply bruised from the place Connor had punched it only a couple of days prior.

It hesitates... but. Who could it be? Connor has given it permission to open the door, since he can't always be there, and he's currently busy...

It goes to the door, and opens it, trying to see who it is on the other side, attempting to switch into its typical strong, confident posture despite its current state of exhaustion...

... and then its gaze falls on Rich, and it blinks dully at him.

"... ah. Rich..."

It gives him a moment to freak out, as it fully expects him to do. It's too tired to preempt him this time.