[Another sigh before Raphael -the truest testament to how bone-deep exhausted he is- sinks down and sits on a few pillows on the ground, holding his knees even if it means he has to crane his neck to look up at Leo on his cot. Maybe he'll figure out how to use the lever thingies on it to make it collapse down so they can just wheel it into the blanket fort, rather than make Leo move.]

April went to check on him, [Raph offers, picking at one of his fingernails, first with his nails, then his teeth. Half his body still doesn't feel like his.] I dunno what to say to him either. I don't like us spendin' the night apart, not after...that.