[Something in Leo's expression shifts, from an eagerness to listen to confusion. Had he been fighting Donnie on the way back? He doesn't fully remember, he remembers the van and the bumps, that moment of excruciating pain in his side, but not a lot else. The whole ride back had been a faded mix of pain and exhaustion and relief that his brothers were all right (mostly).
He chances stepping closer, almost in arm's reach now.]
How?
[It isn't an accusation, it isn't meant to make Donatello feel like he can't do whatever it is. Leo's genuinely asking, wanting to know how to help his brother.]
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He chances stepping closer, almost in arm's reach now.]
How?
[It isn't an accusation, it isn't meant to make Donatello feel like he can't do whatever it is. Leo's genuinely asking, wanting to know how to help his brother.]