Hey, I'm not - [through with you, is what Leo would have said if Mike hadn't split with impeccable timing. Leonardo lets his cousin go with an irritated huff. They'll have words later, because some things need to be said. Which leaves him with nothing to do here and now, except face up to the ill-considered denial of his own injury.
Even though Korra's tone isn't harsh, Leo's wince of pain is overlaid with a contrite grimace. He hadn't meant to lie, he'd just shelved the pain in order to function for hours on end and it had become, if not part of the background, then at least an issue he could simply continue to put off for later. Which was the internal story he'd stuck with until the facts came crashing down, along with his carapace. And okay, maybe focusing on Mike's nonsense had something to do with his misplaced priorities.
As Korra's waterbending envelops his aggrieved foot, Leo relinquishes his grasp of his ankle and leans back. Of course she's perfectly capable of getting water, he realizes as it glows, making him think of some sort of gently healing mutagen. Heck, she could probably scoop up her own glass with a water tentacle. If he'd forgotten the applications of that skill, Leo is entirely too tired to be making decisions. Of course, part of it was hospitality and providing for someone who'd already done so much for them - and maybe, just maybe, a dash of wanting to do something nice for a girl he liked a bit more than he was comfortable admitting.
His only answer to her mild chiding is an abashed glance of chagrin; he clearly feels bad about lying. The shame is internally motivated, a disappointment with himself that she needn't be angry at him to inspire. It's most certainly an apology, and he's about to solidify that with words when Mikey jumps in. Korra calling him out on a fib is one thing, but his own brother grinding it in - even when it comes from a place of love and concern, as it always does with Mikey - is entirely different. Especially because his little brother is ignoring doctor's orders himself.]
Yeah I got it, Mikey. [Over the impatient tone Leo often uses with his youngest brother is a note of strain. He's been up far too many hours, embarrassed from the fall, fretting over today's bad judgment calls, overwhelmed from coping with an especially devious and unaccountably pointy Michelangelo, and dammit Mikey he misses Splinter really badly. He'd take ten randori in a row just to see him again. Leo's tone is sharper than he wants to be in front of Korra, but it's clearly stress venting.] And you shouldn't be straining that shell, Korra told you... n-not to...
[Leo actually falters mid-scold; the water is soaking in, the gently glowing liquid easing pain even as it sluices off the ash and begins to bare the damage. He's been on it all day, since the first rescue in the hours before dawn. Considering one of the culprits was a coal-and-sap-ridden branch and that Leo's wrapping had served to hold the scalding liquid against his sole, it's not pretty.
But as Korra works the pain eases, better than any pill or powder or salve, and endorphins flood his body. That rush of sleepiness Korra had warned Mikey about wraps itself around his fatigued system; it's a heavy drag.]
Mmph. [Leo sighs; then his head droops, weight restsing back on his elbows. He'd been saying something important, right?]
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Even though Korra's tone isn't harsh, Leo's wince of pain is overlaid with a contrite grimace. He hadn't meant to lie, he'd just shelved the pain in order to function for hours on end and it had become, if not part of the background, then at least an issue he could simply continue to put off for later. Which was the internal story he'd stuck with until the facts came crashing down, along with his carapace. And okay, maybe focusing on Mike's nonsense had something to do with his misplaced priorities.
As Korra's waterbending envelops his aggrieved foot, Leo relinquishes his grasp of his ankle and leans back. Of course she's perfectly capable of getting water, he realizes as it glows, making him think of some sort of gently healing mutagen. Heck, she could probably scoop up her own glass with a water tentacle. If he'd forgotten the applications of that skill, Leo is entirely too tired to be making decisions. Of course, part of it was hospitality and providing for someone who'd already done so much for them - and maybe, just maybe, a dash of wanting to do something nice for a girl he liked a bit more than he was comfortable admitting.
His only answer to her mild chiding is an abashed glance of chagrin; he clearly feels bad about lying. The shame is internally motivated, a disappointment with himself that she needn't be angry at him to inspire. It's most certainly an apology, and he's about to solidify that with words when Mikey jumps in. Korra calling him out on a fib is one thing, but his own brother grinding it in - even when it comes from a place of love and concern, as it always does with Mikey - is entirely different. Especially because his little brother is ignoring doctor's orders himself.]
Yeah I got it, Mikey. [Over the impatient tone Leo often uses with his youngest brother is a note of strain. He's been up far too many hours, embarrassed from the fall, fretting over today's bad judgment calls, overwhelmed from coping with an especially devious and unaccountably pointy Michelangelo, and dammit Mikey he misses Splinter really badly. He'd take ten randori in a row just to see him again. Leo's tone is sharper than he wants to be in front of Korra, but it's clearly stress venting.] And you shouldn't be straining that shell, Korra told you... n-not to...
[Leo actually falters mid-scold; the water is soaking in, the gently glowing liquid easing pain even as it sluices off the ash and begins to bare the damage. He's been on it all day, since the first rescue in the hours before dawn. Considering one of the culprits was a coal-and-sap-ridden branch and that Leo's wrapping had served to hold the scalding liquid against his sole, it's not pretty.
But as Korra works the pain eases, better than any pill or powder or salve, and endorphins flood his body. That rush of sleepiness Korra had warned Mikey about wraps itself around his fatigued system; it's a heavy drag.]
Mmph. [Leo sighs; then his head droops, weight restsing back on his elbows. He'd been saying something important, right?]