"Green." Quickly, without missing a beat. Leo sets one arm back on the table, staring intensely at his finger as though it's the most fascinating thing he's ever seen.
Truthfully, he's growing anxious. The more glances he steals towards Raph, the more concerned he gets. Some of those wounds look like they need more attention than they've been given. Typical. But he can feel the tension rolling off of his brother in waves, and he asks himself if he's willing to compromise the clean start he's so desperately tried to set up.
... dammit.
His fist curling on the table, he bares his teeth softly, hissing in defeat. Then he hoists himself up from the chair and navigates towards one of the cupboards, pulls it open, hauls out a small wooden box that he rifles through before turning back to the table. Leo uses a foot to drag a chair closer to his brother and sits, placing the box down. He sorts through the bottles and vials until he finds a thread and needle, then sets them on the table and pushes them forward.
"Actually, forget the tea. Mind boiling these instead?"
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Truthfully, he's growing anxious. The more glances he steals towards Raph, the more concerned he gets. Some of those wounds look like they need more attention than they've been given. Typical. But he can feel the tension rolling off of his brother in waves, and he asks himself if he's willing to compromise the clean start he's so desperately tried to set up.
... dammit.
His fist curling on the table, he bares his teeth softly, hissing in defeat. Then he hoists himself up from the chair and navigates towards one of the cupboards, pulls it open, hauls out a small wooden box that he rifles through before turning back to the table. Leo uses a foot to drag a chair closer to his brother and sits, placing the box down. He sorts through the bottles and vials until he finds a thread and needle, then sets them on the table and pushes them forward.
"Actually, forget the tea. Mind boiling these instead?"