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Mikey frowns, something between a glare and a pout. "No fun, Donnie, a statue would really pull this place together, if Leo was here, he would agree with me."

His doodles have slowly drifted from wall ideas into rough comics. Not full ideas, just silly little ideas of different interactions and adventures, for both his family here and back on Earth.

There doesn't seem to be any purpose in them, any line of reasoning, but he's clearly relaxed quite a bit, laying down on his stomach at some point as he worked on his sketches.

"Uh, agree to disagree- No, a statue would be impractical, end of discussion."

Donnie's tone is firm, but he hides a smile as he watches Mikey. He's also glad he's cleaned up the floor of crumbs. "Want anything to drink?" he asks as he drifts towards the fridge. He could totally go for an iced coffee or something but he'll settle for something on-hand so his brother won't be left without company.

Mikey doesn't look up from his comic doodles. "I'll make sure to remind Leo how boring you are," he said with no animosity whatsoever.

"Sure! I'll take something sweet." And by sweet he probably meant something with way too much sugar. He was always about the balance of flavors, but sometimes, an overly sweet drink was good when you felt like you had run yourself ragged. Physically and emotionally.

Donnie snorts at that, though he doesn't feel offended by it. Boring Donnie seems more preferable to...whatever he's become lately.

"Unshocked, I am," he says, shaking his head with some fondness as he cracks open the fridge. Right. They need to restock. But at least there's still something. He grabs a bottle of whatever ridiculously sugar-crammed soft drink his brother prefers for whatever reason, and a canned coffee that doesn't taste completely horrible.

Walking back over, he balances the bottle on Mikey's shell and plops down beside him to pop his coffee open.

Mikey lets the bottle balance for a minute while he finishes up the page, sticking his tongue out a little bit as he concentrates.

Eventually, he finishes and rolls in a way that allows him to catch the drink and lays on his back, rocking a little on his shell as he stares at the ceiling. After a moment he sits up and opens the drink, downing half of it.

"Thanks." He crosses his legs and rolls the bottle in his hands, watching it turn. He gives a heavy sigh. "Sorry I worried you. I know this isn't really your thing, but having you here really did help. I'm just sorry you had to walk in on it at all."

While Mikey works at his sketches, Donnie quietly sips from his coffee can. It's such a strange 180 from how things had been moments ago, and while he's sure he can retrace the steps back to how they got to this point, he doesn't want to. That doesn't need to be revisited. This moment is more preferable than the last.

His eyes slide over to Mikey as his brother speaks up again, can still at his lips as he considers what to say.

"I'm sorry I'm not good at...fixing this kind of thing," he says carefully, his gaze drifting towards the opposite wall. Raph would have known what to say. Leo probably would have done so much better too. "But I couldn't not do something." Even if he had no idea what he was supposed to do.

Mikey continues to rotate the bottle in his hand, not looking all that interested in actually drinking it at the moment.

"You don't have to fix everything, Don. I wasn't expecting... I didn't want you to see that. I don't know what happened." Maybe that was a lie, he did know what happened, in a way, but he didn't want to confront it at the moment. Not with Donnie at least, who was doing his best to just help in his own way. Mikey could deal with this one without putting too much on his brothers.

"But you did help. You stayed, when it was probably scary and that... that means a lot to me." His hands tighten a little around the bottle.

"...that's not exactly a good answer, Mikey," Donnie says, looking over towards Mikey again. "It's not like you to get so frustrated, especially not with kitchen things."

It's...not because of him, is it? I he stressing out his brothers because of everything?

"...I wasn't just going to leave you. What kind of brother would I be?"

Shit. This isn't the direction he wanted this conversation to go.

"Yeah, I know, just. Im sure this was just a bad day." In a long list of bad days. It was the first time for the baking though. He really hoped he hadn't lost it completely. He wasn't sure where he would be if that was the case.

"I would have understood," he says. Upset? Probably, but he gets it. He and Donnie were close with each other in a way they weren't with the other two and maybe there was a certain, unspoken understanding there that Raph or Leo didn't quite have. Mikey got it. Not always in the same way, not always right away, but he understood and never took it to heart. Even if it hurt sometimes.

Donnie doesn't even have to say anything, the dubious look on his face saying enough in regards to that. Mikey has bad days, sure, but this had been something else. That expression he'd seen on his little-big brother's face when he'd come in on him had been unsettling, like he'd walked in on a complete stranger.

He almost looks downright offended that Mikey thinks he would have abandoned him. There's a vehement shake of his head.

"That wasn't an option."

There was something that hit him with that. It wasn't like this is what Donnie had been saying this entire time, but there was something about hearing it for the third time, the sheer firmness and determination Donnie said it, for Donnie of all people wording it that way. Mikey felt his eyes watering and he shifted, a breath later wrapping himself around Donnie.

"You're an amazing brother," he says softly.

It's a familiar weight around him, a comforting one for all that he treasures his personal space. Donnie rests a hand over his brother's arm, feeling that ever-present knot in his chest loosen just a little more.

He breathes out a faint laugh.

"But of course I am," he says, his smile just a tiny bit askew.

"Thank you," he says, hugging his brother a little bit closer.

"Do you want to go to Mac's with me for cookies?" He asks, his voice slightly muffled. He was craving them now, and nothing he made was worth salvaging. At least not by his own standards, not when it came to his own cooking.

Donnie sighs, a sigh of relief if ever there was one. He leans his head against Mikey's for a moment.

"Yeah, I can do that," he says.

Mikey smiles and just.... Stays like that a little longer.

After a bit he finally peels himself away and grabs up his drink again, looking over the kitchen. It makes him flinch a little internally, but he could deal with the remaining mess later.

He turns back to his brother and smiles. Not as bright as it could be, but 100% genuine.

They'd work on it. They're Hamatos, after all. Somehow...they'd get through all this.

Donnie finishes up his coffee as he pushes to his feet. He can tell the difference in Mikey's smile and while it isn't at his usual levels, it's still a considerable improvement. And after everything from earlier, Donnie will gladly take it.

He slings an arm around Mikey's shoulders, tossing the can into the trash.

"Come on."

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