Mikey didn't come here to be called out, but he can feel himself deflating slightly. He doesn't want to give him, he doesn't want Rung to win.
He pulls his arms up to himself, his fingers fiddling together.
He doesn't like that everything Run just said about him is the first thing Mikey's willing to admit he's been right about so far.
"We're not talking about me," he says sharply. "I'm not stupid. Neither are my brothers. We know things are still dangerous, that there are problems we have to work through and others have to work through but we're all scared and Donnie over thinks things and I don't want him so scared that it's his own fear that..." he cuts himself off, refusing to finish the sentence. He refused to think that far. He was still here. He would keep both his brothers safe, just as they did for him and each other.
"This isn't a matter then of who wins, I'm a therapist. What I do is try to mitigate the worst of what can come. You are family, you're in a special position, one that I am disadvantaged in." Rung says as he continues to gaze at the reflection.
Is he ashamed of himself... perhaps.
"I can't play favorites. I can't give as much careful care as needed or what I want to give. But you, you are his brother." He turns slowly.
"You know him so much better then I, you can be there for the nightmares. You can pick him up off his feet. Right now, I hurt him and I doubt he would want to see me."
"Even if at the time it felt the right thing to say... I still hurt him..." Its said quieter over time.
"You lean on eachother okay? Keep eachother afloat... he loves you so much."
Mikey is hanging onto that anger, grasping at it like an anchor. He's mad at Rung, mad at how he hurt his brother. Mad all all the things he said to him, all the things hes been saying to Mikey. But...
The young turtle can feel himself starting to drift. Something has shifted and that anger is waning. Rung doesn't sound like the air of age and authority, the gauzy layer of "this is for your own good" that he had put up on before. Now he just sounds... Tired.
When Mikey speaks again it's without the spikes, softer and with his own weariness.
"You don't have to have favorites to be kind, to give hope to someone who had almost given up and didn't know where to go."
He sniffles and rubs at his eyes.
"I asked him not to see you again." More like stated that he didn't want Donnie to see Rung again, but that was neither here nor there.
"I can take care of him. We've all been taking care of each other our whole lives. But I don't think you should interfere any more."
It set something right, a tiny, inconsequential piece inside Mikey to hear Rung finally say that he hert Donnie and actually feel like he meant it instead of following it with a "but..."
It was a small victory that made Mikey feel like it was worth coming.
Mikey doesnt usually care about crying in front of others but right now he kind of feels like he has to hold on a little to dignity.
He rubs at his eyes again, willing the tears not to fall and focuses in on the model ships. He thinks Donnie would like those.
"I'm fine," he answers, his voice a bit rough as he continues to try to keep himself from crying.
It's a lie and they both know it, and not just because he is currently trying to keep off the waterworks. But Mikey really doesn't want to talk about it with Rung any further than he already had.
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Mikey didn't come here to be called out, but he can feel himself deflating slightly. He doesn't want to give him, he doesn't want Rung to win.
He pulls his arms up to himself, his fingers fiddling together.
He doesn't like that everything Run just said about him is the first thing Mikey's willing to admit he's been right about so far.
"We're not talking about me," he says sharply. "I'm not stupid. Neither are my brothers. We know things are still dangerous, that there are problems we have to work through and others have to work through but we're all scared and Donnie over thinks things and I don't want him so scared that it's his own fear that..." he cuts himself off, refusing to finish the sentence. He refused to think that far. He was still here. He would keep both his brothers safe, just as they did for him and each other.
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Is he ashamed of himself... perhaps.
"I can't play favorites. I can't give as much careful care as needed or what I want to give. But you, you are his brother." He turns slowly.
"You know him so much better then I, you can be there for the nightmares. You can pick him up off his feet. Right now, I hurt him and I doubt he would want to see me."
"Even if at the time it felt the right thing to say... I still hurt him..." Its said quieter over time.
"You lean on eachother okay? Keep eachother afloat... he loves you so much."
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Mikey is hanging onto that anger, grasping at it like an anchor. He's mad at Rung, mad at how he hurt his brother. Mad all all the things he said to him, all the things hes been saying to Mikey. But...
The young turtle can feel himself starting to drift. Something has shifted and that anger is waning. Rung doesn't sound like the air of age and authority, the gauzy layer of "this is for your own good" that he had put up on before. Now he just sounds... Tired.
When Mikey speaks again it's without the spikes, softer and with his own weariness.
"You don't have to have favorites to be kind, to give hope to someone who had almost given up and didn't know where to go."
He sniffles and rubs at his eyes.
"I asked him not to see you again." More like stated that he didn't want Donnie to see Rung again, but that was neither here nor there.
"I can take care of him. We've all been taking care of each other our whole lives. But I don't think you should interfere any more."
It set something right, a tiny, inconsequential piece inside Mikey to hear Rung finally say that he hert Donnie and actually feel like he meant it instead of following it with a "but..."
It was a small victory that made Mikey feel like it was worth coming.
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"If he wishes to stay away, I will respect that and will simply wish the best for him." The lonely air cold.
There is nothing in the way he looks at his model ships. Like he's not really looking at anything at all. He smiles a second...
"You take care of yourself too."
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Mikey doesnt usually care about crying in front of others but right now he kind of feels like he has to hold on a little to dignity.
He rubs at his eyes again, willing the tears not to fall and focuses in on the model ships. He thinks Donnie would like those.
"I'm fine," he answers, his voice a bit rough as he continues to try to keep himself from crying.
It's a lie and they both know it, and not just because he is currently trying to keep off the waterworks. But Mikey really doesn't want to talk about it with Rung any further than he already had.
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Quieter, emptier then the room is. He places his glasses back on his face and simply nods to the child to asses the talk has reached a conclusion...
He hopes Ratchet returns soon... he could use his... perspective? Company?
Perhaps it is better Rung be forgotten. A missing moment...
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Mikey leaves without saying anything else and while he technically got what he wanted, in a way, he is left feeling odd.
He's not empty or numb or anywhere close to where Donnie has been. But there is a raw sad feeling there now.
Maybe he just needs to be alone for a bit.