He could barely remember the last time he'd been allowed to use a toilet, which was really quite telling. He'd been stripped of everything, every semblance of privacy and independence.

Mello didn't acknowledge him, silently moving to the toilet to take care of what he needed to.

He was looking forward to the bath, and he didn't even bother to quell the feeling. It was just a relief to be able to do something, anything else.