Tell me the truth. Don't brush off my questions. Don't try to redirect my attention, or my concerns. I need data, not reassurances. [this is really what donnie spent most of his time doing sequestered in his lab, besides melting down two of his busts to start on new battle shell components. figuring out how to articulate this without sounding pathetic and/or demanding, so he sounds sure and so his requests are clear and easily understood. the nuances of what he wants to ask are exhausting, and with how often he and leo vibe on the save wavelength, they seem to miss each other just as often.]

And trust me to take care of you, and them. [raph and mikey.

maybe donnie's no good in an actual fight, maybe donnie can't always get the job done out there, but here in the aftermath? he will mend every tiny tear, ice every miniscule bruise. he will use every ounce of his considerable capacity for project management to make sure his family mends in the most efficient, painless way possible. it's his specialty. it's the only thing he's truly good at, when it comes to this.]