"Yeah, that seems to be the general consensus on advise. Even Mik said that. I'll track one of them down in a bit." Once he remembered who all the magic users were. That cool strange crystal garden might be a good place to start.

Leo's eyes widened, not expecting Donnie's 'confession,' followed by a small breath of a laugh, almost relief. Even so his chest felt tight. The fact that Donnie had felt that way, had trusted him like that- it felt good. He'd always have their back just like they'd always have his. Still though, there was also the fact that that decision had undoubtedly been colored by their alternate life as mice, and that was hard to set aside. He was still trying to put those feelings of guardianship and that particular flavor of protectiveness away in a box in an effort to get things back to normal.

...something he wasn't certain was going to happen.

"Right, it's your fault," Leo replied with an exaggerated sardonic tone, "I can't believe you would do something to help all of us and heal me and Megs and keep me from attacking anyone. How could we ever forgive you?"

He reached forward, giving Donnie a light punch on the arm, all jest aside. "I can always trust you to find a way to turn around a bad situation, and I'll always have your back. Thanks, bro."