Leo's thoughts are still a dark, buzzing cloud, as he curls up in the corner of his bunk. He should say something, do something... This is normally when he'd crack a joke or find something to lighten the mood, except how can he when he feels like he's drowning?
Donnie's tail tightens on his wrist, and Leo lets his arm be tugged in his brother's direction. He wants to reach out, to say something, to seek comfort, but his body barely feels like it belongs to him anymore.
His breath hitches, and then he crumples, his face buried against his knees. His breathes come in fast pants, his body shaking. It feels like it did when he tumbled out of Raph's escape pod, what feels like a billion years ago.
He still lets Donnie hold his wrist, dangling between them.
(Is it terrible, that he doesn't want his brother to go? That he doesn't want to be left behind again? Even if it means being here?)
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Donnie's tail tightens on his wrist, and Leo lets his arm be tugged in his brother's direction. He wants to reach out, to say something, to seek comfort, but his body barely feels like it belongs to him anymore.
His breath hitches, and then he crumples, his face buried against his knees. His breathes come in fast pants, his body shaking. It feels like it did when he tumbled out of Raph's escape pod, what feels like a billion years ago.
He still lets Donnie hold his wrist, dangling between them.
(Is it terrible, that he doesn't want his brother to go? That he doesn't want to be left behind again? Even if it means being here?)