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]

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.

[mnt_raph]

Occupational hazard, huh? I know how that goes.

*looks down at his hands. He's slightly relieved to see the blood looks the same, though, he hopes that it doesn't do wonky things to people who touch it.*

Yeah, guess so. I got some stuff on the roof.

[locks_it_up]

Good place for it.

*and they're on the roof. No jumping. Just like that. She's already heading toward the medical supplies*

[mnt_raph]

*looks around bewildered for a second*
Uh, nice trick.

*notices her hunting*
Under the sink in the bathroom. There ain't alot. used a good chunk of them after the tree.

[locks_it_up]

*over her shoulder* Endless.

Thanks... *she rummages, and finds, and returns, hands full of gauze and iodine*

Sit.

[mnt_raph]

*notices the iodine and cringes. He hates this part. It's always more satisfying to tear something down. Fixing it is the hard part*

Yes Ma'am.

*he kicks a chair over towards the small kitchen table.*

[locks_it_up]

*she sets down the iodine and banadages on the table, and goes back for water*

*over the running faucet* I don't understand you people at all. Why you persist in hurting each other and yourselves with such enthusiasm is totally beyond me.

*she comes back with a bowl of water with little goldfish painted around the border. It's not a bowl that he owns.

She sits across from him, and sighs*

How do you want to do this?