Leo's stride falters when he sees his brother in the kitchen. It had to be Raph, of course. But the initial sting of embarrassment fades quickly, and he's glad it isn't Mike or Don - he isn't sure what Raph told them, or if they'd even noticed his absence today, but at least Raphael won't ask questions.

"Hey," he returns, his voice a bit scratchy with sleep. He clears his throat and moves to the counter, taking an apple from the rapidly dwindling remains of their fruit supply.

Leo stands there for a few seconds, his shell to Raph, just staring at the apple. Then he takes a bite, chewing slowly without ever turning around. He can't exactly just turn tail and scuttle back to his room with his brother right there.