Outside Milliways

[mnt_raph]

*Every emotion he's tried to control tonight gets the better of him, once he's outside. He keeps trying to convince himself that Splinter would be proud, but the truth of the matter is that any pride would be muted by damage he's just done to his hands. Bricks are not the most yielding of substances*

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[locks_it_up]

*Somewhere between the point where he stops and the point where his hands become chunks of bone and flesh, there's a discrete little cough*

[mnt_raph]

it just don't stop, does it?

[locks_it_up]

You want me to go away, I'll go away. But I can't in good conscience watch you destroy your hands.

[mnt_raph]

*He leans up against the wall*

I don't know what the fuck I want.

[locks_it_up]

*she follows suit, a respectable distance away*

Good enough for me.

Just didn't seem like a good idea to leave you alone. Considering, you know, the last time something even remotely close to this happened and you were half-dead.

[mnt_raph]

*he tries to brush his hair out of his eyes, and smears blood across his forehead. He's more calm now, course, fighting a wall will do that to a guy*

Only, last time I saw a bit of it coming. This time she just frickin' ambushed me.

[locks_it_up]

Aw, Raph...

*she walks forward, taking a hanky out of nowhere, and wipes the blood from his forehead, then looks at his hands, and her shoulders drop*

You want me to fix that?

[mnt_raph]

*just slumps against the wall*

No. Leave 'em. Least 'til tomorrow.

[locks_it_up]

Alright.

*She makes half a move to touch him, then drops her hand*

[mnt_raph]

So, on a scale of 1 to 10, how pathetic am I, really?

[locks_it_up]

One being the least pathetic?

Negative seven.

[mnt_raph]

*he chuckles slightly*

Figured you might say something like that.

I don't love her, you know.

[locks_it_up]

*she smiles at seeing him chuckle, even if it's only a little bit.*

Maybe.

I know you're hurt.

[mnt_raph]

*Holds up hands*
Eh, been worse.

[locks_it_up]

Not what I was talking about.

[mnt_raph]

yeah, I know.

Still been worse though.

[locks_it_up]

That's something, at least.

[mnt_raph]

Ever the optimist.

You know, if I could fix things at home, you should totally go bowling with Mike.

[locks_it_up]

Sounds like a plan.

[mnt_raph]

Yeah right, a plan.

[locks_it_up]

*She leans back and looks at him a moment, with blood dripping off of his knuckles and what's probably a broken heart... and they're standing there talking about bowling.
Screw that.

She steps up and hugs him.*

[mnt_raph]

*He doesn't move at first, he's too stunned to do so.
Then his instincts kick in, the human ones. He wraps his arms around her waist and buries his face in her shoulder.*

[locks_it_up]

*She doesn't say anything. She just holds him.*

[mnt_raph]

*His breath hitches for a second. He gives her a good squeeze and then mumbles something about*
not wanting to get blood on you.

[locks_it_up]

*she smooths his hair back*

Hey, it happens...

...maybe we ought to bandange those.