Yeah... should probably clean that up. Raph would help if he could actually do anything without passing out.

While Mike cooks, Raph hunches forward and cradles the side of his face with his good hand, his elbow propped up on the table. He's so tired of everything right now; the throbbing in his hand, the emotional drain, the shock, not to mention letting Dai Jin's cronies beat him to hell.

So he zones, lets his mind wander and his eyes slide half closed, listening for any sound that would hint Leo's return. He sure as hell doesn't plan to be there when he does.