One hand stays on his mouth, the other goes up in surrender.
They're not just clear, they're crystal clear.

And then, as luck would have it, Mike's brain is flooded with questions regarding the bear. What was it made from? What color were the button eyes? Was it still threadbare by the ears? Do you have one here?

This bear was one of the things that he and his Raph fought over the most as children, and why it popped to mind so effortlessly.

After a few tense moments Mike lowers both hands.

"I'll jump off that bridge when I come to it. With Leo, I mean. In the meantime? I really think you should let a healer look at your hand."