Mikey wearily shifts so that his beanbag is smushed up against Donnie's and drapes an arm across his now exposed shell without much thought.
He's asleep within seconds and while nightmares still come, they're more about cooking than anything else. And he'll take that any day.
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And all was well. The End.
Mikey wearily shifts so that his beanbag is smushed up against Donnie's and drapes an arm across his now exposed shell without much thought.
He's asleep within seconds and while nightmares still come, they're more about cooking than anything else. And he'll take that any day.