Kids...

His eyes narrow, almost sadly, but he lets the silence float in the evening air. Kids, huh? It's easy to forget that Michaelangelo and his brothers are a few years younger than Leo's family. Sixteen years old... for Leonardo, that just a couple years ago, and it feels like thirty for all of the things he's been through since then.

What can he say? Even if their lives aren't carbon copies of one another, Leonardo knows in his core that Mike and his family have so much to live through. Maybe they're kids now, but they won't get to be for much longer. He isn't sure whether to admire his counterpart for his steadfast realization of that fact, or wish he'd just enjoy it while it lasted.

Even the way Mike talks about him - heh. That's some hero worship, all right. Leo doesn't think his own Mikey would ever be that starry-eyed over him. If anything, it adds another layer to his mixed emotions: it's likely that Mike just hasn't seen the worst in his brother yet. He will, one day. Of that, Leonardo has no doubt.

He snorts softly. "Sounds like a running trait."

Even the Little Ninja was far more serious than his fifteen years should have let him be.