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[He sniffles a little, a few more tears escaping. Leonardo tries to stop them, but is losing the battle. He's glad they're in the privacy of the apartment. He has time to quietly cry and get the feeling out.]

I think, going with you tonight might be a good idea. I don't think I can handle being by myself.

I'll text Casey, so he doesn't get worried.

[Caduceus isn't especially surprised. Perhaps, at least for a time, they've found within each other a kindred spirit as far as loneliness goes. Maybe the balm of company will heal some of that wound, so it wound sting as badly when the inevitable separation comes.

This is good for now, though. And even when that happens, the same friendship can persist. It's good, truly.]

Tonight, then. You should text him now, may as well. [He pauses, and then more gently,] Tell your brother as well. Don't engage in another argument, but it would be good if he knew where you are, just in case.

[When you need to make amends with someone, knowing where they are is important.]

Mmm. [Is as much as he can manage for a moment. He does get up from his seat to find a glass to get himself some water. He needs a drink. He can handle this much at least.]

Donnie will... probably tell me I'll mess our friendship up. He already said as much. [He's going to just drink his water now. Perfect distraction.]

If he tells you that, ignore him. When someone is wrong, it's fine to let them be wrong by themselves.

[It takes a lot to ruin a friendship with Caduceus, things he suspects the man is not capable of. He really can't imagine a world where Donatello might be correct in this instance.]

[The advice eases Leonardo somewhat. It doesn't take away the sting Donnie's words left behind, but, it helps.] If it turns into that, I will. I'm hoping that it won't.

I hope it won't, as well. But you're under no obligation to be miserable just because he expects it of you.

[Or maybe because he is, and wants others to be alongside him. He doesn't know this older Donatello well enough to rationalize what he's doing, beyond broad strokes and contextual guesses.]

[Little do they know, his text won't yield anything in return. He sets his glass down to rub at his face again.] We'll see how it goes when I actually text him. It'll either be an argument or... just silence. I dunno.

I thought we were gonna make up for lost time, but- yeah, I don't know anymore. I really don't. I'm sure, it has to get better.

It's a very strange hill to die on. I'm sorry that this wasn't the reunion you were longing for. After everything that you all went through, most would expect this to be the better option.

Thank you. [He answers initially. Feeling like all he is doing is spinning in circles about all of this.

He ends up picking back up his glass to take another sip. Leonardo soaks in the atmosphere of the kitchen being lived in again. He hadn't realized how lonely the place felt without someone else here.]

It'll be nice to stay with you. It's a little closer to Casey and the other kids. I can at least go see him. Keep him from working himself to the bone.

[Caduceus makes a concerned, thoughtful noise at that, as he stirs things about at the stove.]

Is that what's been happening? I've been respecting his privacy, but he's cancelled a number of our talks recently.

[Understandable that this situation would be affecting the children as well, but without context or reason, it's been worrying him.]

He's been sleeping badly too. I told him, to take care of himself first, but- [Leonardo sighs a little.] He really picked up all my and my brothers worst habits.

Hmm. Not uncommon for children, especially when raised in difficult circumstances.

[He's seen it before. In this specific case, actually...]

This happened before. A long time ago, well before your arrival- it's what got us talking. There was a particularly painful trial, and Rue asked me to meet with him, for counselling. I gave him some tea to help him sleep. When we're at my place, I'll get you more to pass along, might help again.

[That takes some more stress off Leonardo's shoulders. To no one surprise, his concern is always for his son. He finishes off his glass of water. He places the cup in the sink, intending to come back to it later.]

That would be appreciated. I want him to get actual rest at some point. Instead of doing what his uncle is probably doing at this point.

[Caduceus gives his arm another light touch when he's at the stove, since he's closer and within reach. Physical comfort, he recognizes, is a benefit to Leonardo right now.]

He seems to share that trait with his younger self, as well. It'd be best if we don't let the younger generation follow those footsteps. Adults should be helping to resolve these problems, not the other way around.

[The touch is appreciated, given the attempt of a smile, Leonardo tries. It isn't an act at least. Just... a try to show his appreciation back.]

Trying to tell that to teenagers is like pulling teeth. I can tell you from experience, I was one of those teens once. [He jokes weakly back.] Casey has big ideas, big ideas he got from Donnie, but... Donnie isn't hearing it.

Does he have his own plan?

[That feels important. It's all well and good to run off and get some space for yourself, but if there's no step after that, you're left with a standstill.]

As far as I'm aware, no. [Its almost like running off and isolating yourself is a terrible plan.] He wants us to stay out of what he's planning.

So he may have one, but he's not interested in sharing it.

[Makes things a lot harder to plan around him or collaborate. Although it's apparent he's not interested in either of those.]

We've pulled off bigger miracles, we can do something together. [He answers with a sigh.

Leo rubs at his chest plate injury absently, before he moves to heavily sit back down.]

Okay, I gotta ask, what are you making?

[Different topic for his sake for now.]

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[Caduceus hums an agreement - he hasn't seen them personally, but someone who's lived such a long life of fighting has bound to have accomplished plenty of miracles, especially in the eyes of people he saved. It's a heroism thing. Try doing the right thing for long enough, and eventually you end up as someone's miracle.

The subject shift is obvious, and he obligingly leans into it.]

Ah, chicken... parmesan? Or maybe a different kind of cheese, not sure. The spirit at the market recommended it. It'll be over a tomato medley pasta, so I can have a little. Should give you a few meals of leftovers.

[He's glad for Cad leaning into the topic change. He feels a little bad Caduceus can't eat all of the meal. The man really didn't need to make a meal he couldn't mostly eat.] Chicken Parmesan, Mikey used to make that a lot. He loved cooking.

I think you'll like the pasta part at least.

Yeah, I like this particular recipe. Hope you do as well.

[The chicken parm of it is new for him, but the rest is foods he's cooked before. It'll just be creamier and cheesier than he's had it.]

It's almost done. Ideally it'll warm you up. [Warmth for the soul, too.]

I'm sure I'll love it. You know your way around a kitchen. [He feels pretty confident about that at least. It brings back a bit of warmth to his features, if for a moment. He leans back in his seat for a moment, gathering a bit more energy.]

Can I set the table, or is that illegal? [At least he's asking.]

Hmmm. [Very gentle disapproval, but-] You may. But you're on thin ice.

Not the first time I've been on thin ice. [He jokes back, though he is careful about getting back up. He moves to open the cutlery drawer and pull out a few things. Glad he has some dishes in a lower within reach cabinet.]

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