Did Mikey just take the blame for something? Seriously?
If there was ever any evidene before that this Mike is nowhere near his own, it's this. His Mikey would've brushed this whole thing off in a heartbeat. Probably would've pouted around until he and Leo managed to sort things out on their own. Then it'd be back to the jokes and the teasing in no time.
That's just how it worked. His brother cared in his own annoying, infuriating, freaking selfish way. But he always did care.
This Mike isn't his brother. He never was. But if all of this has proven anything, it's that despite all their differences, he's still family. He still cares for him and Leo just as much as their own brother ever would. And over time, Raph's come to do the same.
Over time, he's come view Mike with the same fierce sense of love and loyalty he feels for all of his brothers. And that's a feeling no amount of broken trust could ever destroy.
It's the only reason Raph surrenders his personal space, placing his mug back down with a heavy click of ceramic. When he pulls off the ice pack covering his hand, he clenches his teeth. His tight expression pulls at the open wounds on his face.
"I think it's busted," he murmurs bitterly, more mad at himself than anything.
There are still a million words trying to claw their way from his mouth. Too many excuses, and more apologies than he could ever put into words. But all they do is make his throat tighten, his jaw clamped down like a steel trap.
It's too hard to find the words. To say what he really means. Too hard to talk when he's too busy listening to the howling storm, the thing that's tearing him from the inside-out.
His knuckles are swollen huge and bruised a deep purple-black. There's no questioning they're broken. Raph's done it to himself enough times to know.
It hurts like hell and he feels like he deserves every second of it.
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If there was ever any evidene before that this Mike is nowhere near his own, it's this. His Mikey would've brushed this whole thing off in a heartbeat. Probably would've pouted around until he and Leo managed to sort things out on their own. Then it'd be back to the jokes and the teasing in no time.
That's just how it worked. His brother cared in his own annoying, infuriating, freaking selfish way. But he always did care.
This Mike isn't his brother. He never was. But if all of this has proven anything, it's that despite all their differences, he's still family. He still cares for him and Leo just as much as their own brother ever would. And over time, Raph's come to do the same.
Over time, he's come view Mike with the same fierce sense of love and loyalty he feels for all of his brothers. And that's a feeling no amount of broken trust could ever destroy.
It's the only reason Raph surrenders his personal space, placing his mug back down with a heavy click of ceramic. When he pulls off the ice pack covering his hand, he clenches his teeth. His tight expression pulls at the open wounds on his face.
"I think it's busted," he murmurs bitterly, more mad at himself than anything.
There are still a million words trying to claw their way from his mouth. Too many excuses, and more apologies than he could ever put into words. But all they do is make his throat tighten, his jaw clamped down like a steel trap.
It's too hard to find the words. To say what he really means. Too hard to talk when he's too busy listening to the howling storm, the thing that's tearing him from the inside-out.
His knuckles are swollen huge and bruised a deep purple-black. There's no questioning they're broken. Raph's done it to himself enough times to know.
It hurts like hell and he feels like he deserves every second of it.