Mike watches as Raph leaves the room, careful not to comment until he's sure his cousin is out of earshot.

"He'll come around. He's really a marshmallow when you get right down to it," he says turning to offer her a small lopsided smile. A smile lopsided smile that sort of drifts into one of mild confusion.

"Can I...may..." He gestures to a chair not far from the couch.