[L meets his stare with one that's level and patient, although probably no less chilling. Simply put, the man doesn't have a terribly wide range of expression.]

I've been and known Numbered long enough to recognize that bad things happen to good people, often very suddenly and without warning. If I thought that wasn't true for you, we'd be having a very different conversation and I would have backup with me, but as you can see, we are... quite alone...

[He takes a second to peer pointedly around the coffee shop while Stefan seems to be fighting back tears.]

What was the first thing on your mind? My theory is that you were in close proximity and you lost control of an impulse because of that.