[It's almost physically painful to watch that phone get tucked out of sight; it represents Mack not being able to call him, for a little while, at least. And of course it means he can't call Mack, which is something he's been grappling with for the last few hours. Only knowing he's come this far, and not wanting his efforts to go to waste, have stopped him.

There's a long, uncertain pause when Richard asks if it's all, and then, for added torment, if he was sure. At present, L isn't sure about anything, and the delay probably makes it amply clear.]

Richard, I...

[He bites his tongue, torn.]

...Yeah, I'll be fine...