Silence, until he steps further into the house and will hear quiet, pained breathing.

Near doesn't fully register L's presence at first. He hears the words, but his his mind is too clouded by the sharp pains shooting through his shoulder to properly respond. He has not been hurt like this for quite some time. He's managed to get himself into a sitting position up against the wall, left leg tucked in more out of instinctive habit than anything else. His right arm hangs lower than it should, and his eyes are squeezed shut while he tries to calm his breaths.