Always Be There

Apology Accepted

Leonardo sat at his bed, reading a comic and humming a small tune. He let out a small sigh, mind frequently drifting elsewhere as his comic ever so slowly lowered into his lap. He ended up zoning out, staring at the far wall where his dresser sit. Specifically staring at a picture frame that lay on the top of said dresser.

I need to apologize to Donnie. . He realized, closing the comic and setting it down on his nightstand. He stayed for a moment, hand resting on the wooden furniture as his expression dropped. A nightstand he built me whenever I needed a place to put my gear. Before he built the rack. . He stood, removing his hand from the small wooden table and walking to the dresser. He picked up the small wooden frame, smiling softly at a picture that rest inside the glass covering.

He brushed his hand over the frame, before flinching as he heard a soft knock on the bedroom door. He cocked an eyebrow ridge, waiting a few seconds before hearing a faint voice follow.
"Leonardo. . Are you in there?" The faint voice of his younger brother spoke. Donatello.
"Oh- Erm— Yes, you may come in!" He called, setting the frame back where it was before and turning to face said door.
Donatello walked in, nervously looking down towards the ground and shutting the door behind him.
"Hey- I'm assuming sensei sent you?"
"Er, no, actually. . I just wanted to come back and- apologize— I acted stupidly and said some quite out of pocket things— I- erm-. . . . I apologize—" He finally was able to croak out, unknowing of how to word it without sounding like a Leo. It still sounded scripted, but it would have to do.

"Oh—" The blue clad leader stood, stunned.
"I- uh— That sounded so scripted I'm so sorry—" He immediately added, fiddling with his hands nervously.
"No, no!" The older quickly said, walking over and stopping directly in front of the younger. "I didn't mean to sound like that it's just— You sounded a lot like me." He chuckled lightly.
The genius lifted his head a bit, smiling. "Heh. . So you finally admit you sound scripted?"
He lightly punched him in the arm, shaking his head in amusement.
Donnie couldn't help but stifle a small laugh. "You didn't deny it."
"Yeah, yeah. I get it." He rolled his eyes.
The younger dropped his smile after a few seconds, looking to the side a bit.
The leader decided to wrap his arms around his taller brother, pulling him into a comforting hug and patting his shell softly.
Donnie was slightly taken aback by the sudden gesture, but quickly accepted it, hugging him back and burying his face into his shoulder.
The two stood there for a few minutes, allowing a calming silence to fill the room.
"Hamilton kid. ." Donnie mumbled.

"You're one to talk. ." Leo mumbled back.
They went silent yet again, another minute passing.
"Wow you're shorter than I last remember." The genius snickered.
Leo pulled away, flabbergasted. "Am not!"
"Are too." Donnie grinned.
"Am not! I am, in fact, average height! It's you who is abnormally tall!"
"I suppose you got me there, dear brother. But you forget, you make a nice armrest."
"And you forget, you make a nice Christmas tree!" He snapped playfully.
"Fair. I suppose we're even."
They shared a small laugh, basking in each other's comfort as they shared some playful punches and nudges.

The two decided to go to the pit and check up on the two injured ones, Casey and Raph, and make sure they weren't murdering Mikey or something.

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The two walked into the pit, chuckling as they watched Casey and Raph fighting over the remote. Mikey was watching them and eating some popcorn.
"Hey, what are you all doing?" Leo asked, crossing his arms.
"Oooo, you just activated Mama Leo mode." Donnie grinned.
"He won't let me choose the movie we get to watch!" Casey whined.
"Because you're gonna pick somethin' stupid like last time!" Raph snapped.
"Hey! Barbie and The Lost Princess is not stupid! And plus, I thought you would've liked it because there was a princess!"
"THAT WAS ONE TIME DAMNIT!"
"Guys," Leo said, walking over and plucking the remote from their hands. "How about you pick something you both would like?"