[There's a deep, horrified breath, a gasp as if he'd been holding his breath for hours, and Michelangelo sits up suddenly. He holds up his shaking hands in front of his face, eyes wide with shock
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[Leonardo slowly stands, sending a tired smile in Mike's direction. He can wait to hold him, he can wait until Don's okay. Raphael needs to know anyhow, and he retrieves his comm from his belt to let him know.]
Raph, Mike's back.
[That's all he sends -doesn't bother to lock it- and moves a little closer to be in that same warm bubble.]
[His family. They're there. There's Leo, and Splinter's paw is on his shoulder and he heard Raph's name and there are people missing but it's okay because there's someone here and--
Clenching his eyes shut, Mike buries his head beneath Don's chin. He trembles as he just clings as tightly as he can to his brother's carapace, deliberately doing everything he can not to think about anything other than his family being there.
[Splinter leaves it at that for a while. The boys need mending, and he needs the time as well. Meditation had been... challenging, and a part of himself that it could not soothe slowly unfurls at the sight of his youngest ward alive and whole. Shaken, but whole.
Finally he has to ask. Splinter asks few questions - unless they're ones meant to teach - but this one is more like a statement requesting confirmation.]
You are well?
[Because he will never forget those burns. Neither will Michelangelo's brothers, he is certain, and they have many more years than himself.]
[Donatello opened his mouth to answer, mostly on autopilot, but he managed to stop himself.]
[Physically. Physically Mikey was fine. He knew that. He could feel Mikey here right now.]
[But the question hadn't been asked of him. So instead he just tilted his head so he could look at Splinter and then at Leo. He hadn't noticed that his hands were shaking yet.]
[Leo spots the trembling and reaches over to rest a hand on Donatello's shell.
The past day and a half had been harrowing for all of them, but Leonardo was sure that Don was feeling it the hardest...especially after their fight a few days ago.]
[Not realizing the question is for him, Mikey doesn't move. Splinter's voice reaches him, he'd hear that voice across a crowded room at a whisper, trained as he was to pay attention to his master.
But it just kind of rolls over him, as if he's an observer in the middle of a conversation that doesn't include him.]
[Leonardo did want to move in, in fact, but he didn't want to get in the way of Splinter either. He could wait. He steps to the side and places his other hand on Mike's shell and rubs, turning to Splinter to say,]
[That seems to get through to Mike more than any of the actual discussion, and he closes his eyes momentarily.
When he blinks them open, he pulls back slightly and rubs his forearm across his eyes, other hand still clinging to Don's shell. All the contact feels good.]
[Splinter nods in acknowledgment of Leonardo's call before smiling at Mikey.]
If it cannot be retrieved, I will make you a new one.
[Splinter takes his own comm and steps aside for a moment. He'll post asking for Michelangelo's mask, and it will give Leonardo a chance to get properly close - without making it appear that the sensei stepped aside for his student.]
[Don can't think of anything to add, so he only shifts and pulls back a bit, not enough to dislodge Mikey's hand but enough so he isn't hogging his little brother - much as he might want to continue doing so.]
[Then he mouths a stern get over here to Leo over Mikey's head. Sure Leo had a hand on Mikey's shell, but Don knew from experience that just that wouldn't be enough.]
[At that moment, the door swings open and Raphael appears in the doorway. His eyes search for Mikey for just a fraction of a second before he moved towards Splinter and Don to go to his side, leaving the door open.]
Mikey!
[Whatever space may have been there for Leo is no longer vacant. Raphael's side bumps Don as he dives to embrace his little brother tightly, pressing the side of his face against his.]
Oh, God - Mikey. [His voice is brimming with relief.] You're back. You're back. Mikey...
[There's so much joy in his voice it's as if he hasn't spent the last day pacing while malicious thoughts raced in his head.]
[Yeah, Leo saw that too. He allows himself to be shunted aside, moving more to stand beside Splinter to let Don and Raph cling desperately to Mikey. He'll probably grab them all in a couple minutes, but he also is keeping an eye on Splinter, who's probably just as overwhelmed as the rest of them.]
[Well this is a role reversal. Mike's breath hitches just slightly as Raph grabs him, but then he ducks his head down and presses it to his big brother's shoulder.
It's all so overwhelming, and he just shuts down and forces it down deep inside. Ordinarily he'd cry, or let out his emotions in a sudden flood, then bounce right back a little while later and get on with his life.
But this is new. This is too much. He doesn't even want to risk opening the gates on this one.]
[Splinter feels like he aged a few extra years overnight, actually. But the family is no longer one short of whole, and he will not grieve a son who isn't dead. If he needs to deal further with his own reactions to recent events, it will be done quietly.
But soon enough what now will be the question at hand. And as always, Splinter will answer it his way, and his sons will take his answer.... and then go make up their own.
Splinter does not seek revenge, but he knows Raphael will soon enough. He does not want his sons to self-blame, but he knows Leonardo will. He does not desire a nervous breakdown, but Donatello will have one eventually.
He does not want nightmares, but Michelangelo will have them... as will they all.
Clearing his throat, Splinter on the edge of a chair and waits expectantly for his sons' attention.]
Raph, Mike's back.
[That's all he sends -doesn't bother to lock it- and moves a little closer to be in that same warm bubble.]
Hey Mikey.
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Clenching his eyes shut, Mike buries his head beneath Don's chin. He trembles as he just clings as tightly as he can to his brother's carapace, deliberately doing everything he can not to think about anything other than his family being there.
Nothing else.]
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Finally he has to ask. Splinter asks few questions - unless they're ones meant to teach - but this one is more like a statement requesting confirmation.]
You are well?
[Because he will never forget those burns. Neither will Michelangelo's brothers, he is certain, and they have many more years than himself.]
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[Physically. Physically Mikey was fine. He knew that. He could feel Mikey here right now.]
[But the question hadn't been asked of him. So instead he just tilted his head so he could look at Splinter and then at Leo. He hadn't noticed that his hands were shaking yet.]
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The past day and a half had been harrowing for all of them, but Leonardo was sure that Don was feeling it the hardest...especially after their fight a few days ago.]
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But it just kind of rolls over him, as if he's an observer in the middle of a conversation that doesn't include him.]
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Splinter sighs and reaches out to pat Mikey's head.]
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[Then he gently prodded Mike's head with the side of his beak and shifted over so Leo could move in if he wanted.]
[Okay. This was okay.]
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I called Raph. He should be on his way soon.
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When he blinks them open, he pulls back slightly and rubs his forearm across his eyes, other hand still clinging to Don's shell. All the contact feels good.]
I think I lost my mask.
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If it cannot be retrieved, I will make you a new one.
[Splinter takes his own comm and steps aside for a moment. He'll post asking for Michelangelo's mask, and it will give Leonardo a chance to get properly close - without making it appear that the sensei stepped aside for his student.]
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[Then he mouths a stern get over here to Leo over Mikey's head. Sure Leo had a hand on Mikey's shell, but Don knew from experience that just that wouldn't be enough.]
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Mikey!
[Whatever space may have been there for Leo is no longer vacant. Raphael's side bumps Don as he dives to embrace his little brother tightly, pressing the side of his face against his.]
Oh, God - Mikey. [His voice is brimming with relief.] You're back. You're back. Mikey...
[There's so much joy in his voice it's as if he hasn't spent the last day pacing while malicious thoughts raced in his head.]
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It's all so overwhelming, and he just shuts down and forces it down deep inside. Ordinarily he'd cry, or let out his emotions in a sudden flood, then bounce right back a little while later and get on with his life.
But this is new. This is too much. He doesn't even want to risk opening the gates on this one.]
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But soon enough what now will be the question at hand. And as always, Splinter will answer it his way, and his sons will take his answer.... and then go make up their own.
Splinter does not seek revenge, but he knows Raphael will soon enough. He does not want his sons to self-blame, but he knows Leonardo will. He does not desire a nervous breakdown, but Donatello will have one eventually.
He does not want nightmares, but Michelangelo will have them... as will they all.
Clearing his throat, Splinter on the edge of a chair and waits expectantly for his sons' attention.]
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