We'll be okay. [Peter offers hope, a common reframe he and Leo held onto desperately during the war. He reaches out to touch Leo's arm, trying to draw him closer again.
His voice is steadier than he actually feels when he calls out.]
We're back here, Mikey!
[The two can hear the door closing. Peter looks to Leo again, managing a thin nervous kind of smile.
Mikey doesn't look...happy to see them. His expression tired, but stern. He actually lands on his own feet to walk into the kitchen instead of floating.
A joke about as much sits in the back of Peter's throat until he really looks at the turtle's expression and clicks his teeth together. Discomfort is tight in his chest at the searching, sharp look on his face when he actually looks at Peter.]
This is what you've been doing, Leo? [The question is tired, a little brittle at the edges. Mikey isn't shocked as much as disappointed.]
no subject
His voice is steadier than he actually feels when he calls out.]
We're back here, Mikey!
[The two can hear the door closing. Peter looks to Leo again, managing a thin nervous kind of smile.
Mikey doesn't look...happy to see them. His expression tired, but stern. He actually lands on his own feet to walk into the kitchen instead of floating.
A joke about as much sits in the back of Peter's throat until he really looks at the turtle's expression and clicks his teeth together. Discomfort is tight in his chest at the searching, sharp look on his face when he actually looks at Peter.]
This is what you've been doing, Leo? [The question is tired, a little brittle at the edges. Mikey isn't shocked as much as disappointed.]