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[ He laughs just a little. ]

Good. I mean - I'm not surprised, but.

Um. I can at least get us to Snail or something.

[And out of Korone's room since it sounds like she got caught and won't be coming back.]

-- oh, yeah. Not much point in staying here, huh.

[ He's also going to retrieve his phone and make sure he lets Mouse know he's okay. ]

Right.

[While Hunter does that, he gets to his feet and swipes a portal. Sticks his head through to make sure it's safe before waiting on Hunter.]

All clear.

N. No Donnie waiting for you in your room?

[ He tucks his phone back away. ]

Nope. Nothing on the other side except my room with comfy warm blankets.

I ... I could use some warm comfy blankets. Donnie had a layer of water in that bunker and I was freezing.

[ He does indeed seem to be somewhat damp. ]

Oh gross. Yeah, no, we'll get you and everyone else warmed up.

[He'll motion for Hunter to go on through and it's - exactly what Leo promised: his bedroom, devoid of any Yanatello. The Basic Bed piled with blankets and pillows, the Basic Dresser and a few things on top of it, including a photo of what looks like Leo's family... splattered with some dried blood. And there are blankets and other bean bag seats scattered around the floor.]

I'll grab a towel for ya.

[ Look. Any room without Yanatello is good, but Hunter is 100% eying the blanket pile ... also the picture?? Um. ]

Thank you. I -

[ Blood... ]

Why is that picture bloody?

[Comes back with that towel from the bathroom but -

Oh.

Awkward.]

Bbbbbeeeeeecause it's mine?

Why is it bloody because it’s yours!?

[Leo really hesitates for a second, staring at the photo in question. Remembering...

His voice is quiet. Forced even when he speaks.]

Do you remember how I showed up here? The condition I was in?

[He didn't really know who or what Hunter was those first few moments, not until they talked more. But he was one of the first people who saw him arrive.]

I -

[ He does remember. He wasn’t focused on it - more distracted by NEW TURTLE BROTHER - but now that it’s been pointed out to him… ]

Oh. Yeah, I do. How you showed up. And what you came from.

[He takes a deep breath looking at the photo.. Before handing Hunter the towel.]

So. Yeah, it's mine. And, um. That's why.

[ He quietly dries himself off then. ]

I’m still glad you have it. And - and if you can’t go home - I’ll help you go somewhere else.

[Leo looks at Hunter at that - he hadn't mentioned anything, only to Eve but... Hunter's a lot smarter than people are willing to give him credit for, just because he was forcibly sheltered.]

...Somewhere else, huh? Like where?

[ Startlingly clever, in fact, and. Well. His own experience gives him a cheat code.

A hand strays to the bronze pendant around his neck. ]

Viktor invited me to come to Piltover. There's - there's an academy that he thinks I'd do well at. I know there'd be room for you too.

An academy...

[Leo's never been to school, not for any real education. Just for stopping the occasional youkai problem at April's high school.]

Seems like a lot.

[ Look. Neither has Hunter. He sounds enamored by the thought of it. ]

Well - yeah, but - Viktor's world looks amazing too. All bright and peaceful.

...Must be nice.

You deserve that, Hunter.

You deserve that too, Leo. Either - either I'm going to make a portal door and visit, or I'm dragging you along.

[There's just... There's something about hearing someone choosing him. Someone not family related that's actively saying he is choosing Leo that squeezes his heart in a good way, a way that's unfamiliar.

He knows his family would choose him over the universe. But they're family. Of course they would.]

...You won't have to go that far.

W-well - I hope not because I have no idea how I'm doing that!!

But I WILL! I promise!

[Leo smiles at that, tugging him in for a quick hug.]

We'll figure something out. Soon as I figure out how to tell Dee and Raph I'm prrrrobably not their timeline-Leo.

[ Hunter GLADLY hugs him back. Clings a little even! ]

Wait, what do you mean?

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