[Leo is struck dumb watching Donatello yell at everyone. Their brothers, their dad. Casey looks like a mouse trapped with things much larger than he can fully comprehend; whatever he'd seen of them in 2044, it hadn't prepared him for inter-brother fights. He slinks back over to April who's looking not that impressed by Donnie's tantrum. But Michael's outburst is enough to break the silence and get some movement going - April to him, rubbing his head to soothe, Casey to go get more water to make up for the cup he dropped.
Splinter comes to stand by Leo as he's stuck watching the door Donnie stormed out of. He wants to sit up, wants to go after him and explain - but the still-drying spackle on his plastron is enough to keep him rooted there laying on this cot that doesn't do anything to help them.]
Give him time. [For once, their dad's voice is quieter. He's never been good at the soothing supportive dad thing, but he's been trying to get better lately, to make up for lost time, to make up his own shortcomings and putting off the reality of their lives and destiny as Hamato.]
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Splinter comes to stand by Leo as he's stuck watching the door Donnie stormed out of. He wants to sit up, wants to go after him and explain - but the still-drying spackle on his plastron is enough to keep him rooted there laying on this cot that doesn't do anything to help them.]
Give him time. [For once, their dad's voice is quieter. He's never been good at the soothing supportive dad thing, but he's been trying to get better lately, to make up for lost time, to make up his own shortcomings and putting off the reality of their lives and destiny as Hamato.]