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[thepurpleone]

"You're conversing with Donatello-

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Just kidding, you got my inbox bu~t if you leave a message I will get back to you as soon as I possibly can."

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[thepurpleone]

[He hates crying. Calling him out on it just breaks down the hasty dam he keeps trying to build up as the tears flow freely then. He scrubs a sleeve against his eyes in a futile effort to soak them up, but they just keep coming and everything's soggy and he totally blames being off balance with everything. Stupid body swaps. Stupid robots. Stupid feelings.

The cool metal doesn't startle him at least. It's simultaneously comforting as it is kind of depressing, but Velocity's there and no one else is. She's been listening and trying to help him even after everything. He leans into that finger, sobbing.]

[tenthtimeisthecharm]

[Not knowing what else to do, Velocity does what she used to do for Nautica on the only occasion she remembered her friend crying, and eased out her vents in a rhythm until her spark slowly starts to fall into sync as well, whirling in time with Donnie's sobs. She doesn't think an organic will necessarily get the same thing out of it, but that doesn't mean she shouldn't try]

I'm here, [she says, because she knows that crying in silence is something even worse. And it's true, anyway. She's going to stay right until he no longer wants her to] I'm with you, and I'm not going anywhere.

[thepurpleone]

[Crying at his brothers is out of the question. If this whole thing ever came up, Donnie would staunchly deny it, definitely some other Donnie who was bawling his eyes out because it felt like he was just falling apart and he just didn't know what to do about it.

There's something soothing about the sound, or the sensation, a confirmation to Velocity's words when she speaks up again. Someone's here with him. That's really all that matters right then.

His sobbing doesn't really stop, but they do eventually lessen. Crying is tiring, everything just feeling three times as exhausting and wet and gross. Velocity's finger is the only thing supporting him now, the turtle curled against it, long having given up on trying to wipe his face off.]