[All right, that's enough of that. Raphael hands Mikey over to April to look after and heads over to Leo's bedside, a hand on Splinter's shoulder.] Pops, me n' Mikey were talkin' about a pillow fort in the living room for the next few days. Could you an' April help?
[April catches on quickly enough and starts chatting up pillows and "bedsheet architecture," wrangling Casey into it as well as he's on his way back in 'for the experience,' hyping up the impending cuddle puddle and throwing a wink over her shoulder at Raphael.
Splinter is more reluctant to leave his son's side, but at the look on Raphael's face he nods solemnly. He does reach up to squeeze Leonardo's fingers briefly, a spot of comfort before turning to go. They'll be together soon enough, but perhaps this moment is better left between the two leaders.
Raphael drags over their taped-together milk crate stools, dropping his bulk onto the plastic with his usual 'big dog who thinks he's a small dog' energy when it comes to standing or sitting on things. He carefully doesn't look at Leo too long, glancing over the plaster but gazing back out the door where he can hear the bustle of the rest of the family perking up, a calm sort of warmth settling over him despite everything that...happened.
Donnie had given him an eye wash and then a patch for his right eye, which Raphael had thought was excessive. He already took some blood, did he need more than that?]
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[April catches on quickly enough and starts chatting up pillows and "bedsheet architecture," wrangling Casey into it as well as he's on his way back in 'for the experience,' hyping up the impending cuddle puddle and throwing a wink over her shoulder at Raphael.
Splinter is more reluctant to leave his son's side, but at the look on Raphael's face he nods solemnly. He does reach up to squeeze Leonardo's fingers briefly, a spot of comfort before turning to go. They'll be together soon enough, but perhaps this moment is better left between the two leaders.
Raphael drags over their taped-together milk crate stools, dropping his bulk onto the plastic with his usual 'big dog who thinks he's a small dog' energy when it comes to standing or sitting on things. He carefully doesn't look at Leo too long, glancing over the plaster but gazing back out the door where he can hear the bustle of the rest of the family perking up, a calm sort of warmth settling over him despite everything that...happened.
Donnie had given him an eye wash and then a patch for his right eye, which Raphael had thought was excessive. He already took some blood, did he need more than that?]
...Mikey's amazing, huh?