[Near has only read about dealing with people in a state of dementia or delusion. He's never actually been in a position to deal with it personally - and certainly not with someone he's close to. He knew to expect this, or something like this, but that doesn't make it any easier.

All he wants to do now is keep L calm. It will be easier on the man physically if he doesn't flail about hyperventilate.

Whatever L is seeing doesn't matter as long as they can accomplish that much.]

There you go. Just breathe for a few moments.

[This would be a good time for him to sit cross-legged in front of his bonded. It's a shame he doesn't have legs anymore.]

I left my cards in my other jacket.

[Not even a joke, but a serious admittance.]

Otherwise we could relax with a game. Now, can you tell me what my name is again?