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Leo-Sitting

Summary:

Turns out Leo gets clingy when he’s high out of his mind.

Donnie doesn’t mind it as much as he pretends to.

Notes:

UMMM. I love them so much. this happens sometime during season one :3 enjoy

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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“Donnie… Don. Dontron. Hey Donnie.”

With a barely repressed sigh, Donnie glances up from his tech brace, looking to the bed at his side. “What, Leo?”

His twin is laying with his arms thrown out wide, hands dangling off the railings on the sides of the bed. His gaze is unfocused, and he blinks, slowly and out of sync, like a frog. Donnie waits as he squints at some point over his shoulder, before a big, goofy grin stretches across his face.

“You… you’re fuzzy.”

Well, he supposes a shit ton of pain meds will do that to a guy.

Really, it’s Leo’s own fault he’s like this. He’s been warned, several times, by all three of them, to be more careful with the very large, very heavy sword he fights with. Tripping while trying to show off in the middle of training and nearly impaling himself on the goddamn thing was bound to happen eventually.

Nobody particularly wanted it to happen, but still. Donnie can’t say he’s entirely surprised.

(It’s easier, now, to be nonchalant about the event, after they’d all worked together to patch him up, get him stable and able to talk - but even Donnie has to admit that he’d been scared out of his mind, in the moment. When the team medic is also the one with a sword halfway embedded in his hip and is actively bleeding out in the middle of the training dojo, you tend to panic first, apply logic second.)

They’d done their best to fix him, all things considered. Donnie, though squeamish at the sight of blood, has the most stable (robot) hands, and had managed to stitch him up. After that it was a matter of a blood transfusion (apparently Mikey’s is universal, and Leo has notes on all of their types stashed in the medbay), and Raph making sure they managed to get some water in him before he passed out.

It was only after Leo had woken up high as a fucking kite a few hours later that Donnie realized they might’ve collectively given him a few too many doses of medication, in the process.

Look, he’s a scientist, not a medic. Sue him.

The point is, Leo’s completely out of it. Like, probably seeing swirls and fun colors, out of it. Which is admittedly kinda funny, and at least he’s not in pain - but even Donnie understands that it’s not the best situation to be in. So, while Mikey rests from his donation and Raph attempts to make them food without burning down the kitchen, he’s on Leo-sitting duty. Fun.

…there are worse places to be.

Donnie raises a perfectly-lined eyebrow. “Fuzzy?”

“Yeahhhhh,” Leo says, still grinning like an idiot. “Fuzz… blurry. Kinda. I bet it’s soft. Are you soft?”

“I am a softshell turtle.”

Leo gasps, eyes wide with sudden excitement. “Ohoho! So- so yeah, then!” He raises his hand and shimmies closer to Donnie, attempting to reach over the railing to swat at his arm. Donnie lifts it closer, allowing Leo to run uncoordinated fingers up and down his scales. His skin prickles at the touch, but he can’t really find it in himself to mind, right now - not when Leo’s face positively lights up at the contact, a dazed little laugh slipping past his beak.

“You are soft! Heh. I knew it.” He closes his hand around Donnie’s arm and pulls it closer, leaning in to press his face against the palm. Somewhat surprised with himself, Donnie lets him, keeping his expression carefully blank even as Leo nuzzles his hand, blearily chirping from deep in his chest.

Thank Galileo he records everything. This will be incredible blackmail when Leo’s coherent enough to comprehend it.

Leo nuzzles him for a minute more before Donnie decides he’d like his hand back, thank you, and starts to pull away. The response is immediate - his twin whines, high and upset, one-handed grip tightening on his arm.

“Noooo, Deedee, ‘m not done. Soft, remember!”

Donnie hesitates, just for a moment, at the nickname - he hasn’t heard that one in a while. But as pathetic and sad as Leo’s eyes look right now, he really does want his hand back, so he pulls it completely from the koala grip, ignoring the offended noise from the bed.

“Nardo, if you want something soft to hold, I’m sure Raph will let you borrow one of his bears. I have business to finish, things I need both hands for.”

Leo goes quiet, and when Donnie glances back over his eyes have glazed again and he’s gone back to staring blankly at some point by his head. That’s probably fine. At least his hand is free. With a fond huff, he turns back to his tech brace, picking up where he left off - he’s been meaning to add some new things to the medbay for a while, like a bloodbank and maybe an x-ray machine. No better time to focus on that than now.

There are a few, peaceful minutes of quiet, the only sounds being Donnie tapping away at his screen and the occasional dazed noise from Leo.

Then, without warning-

“Tello.”

Donnie looks up again. He hasn’t heard that one in even longer. It stirs something in his chest, a feeling he doesn’t particularly feel like confronting right now, something warm and comfortable and familiar.

“…yes, Nardo?”

Leo blinks up at him, gaze slightly more focused than a few minutes ago. He stretches out a hand again, eyes locked onto Donnie’s face.

“Can… can I have your hand back?”

Donnie purses his beak, fighting the urge to look away. Leo’s eyes unfocus, then come back, and his brow furrows in concentration, like keeping his attention on Donnie is becoming difficult. For a moment, he’s half tempted to wait until Leo loses interest, not quite sure if he’s able to handle the kicked puppy look on his face, or the emotions bubbling beneath his skin.

“…please, Tello?”

And though he’s loath to admit it, Donnie melts on the spot.

He turns off his tech brace and holds out his hand, and Leo all but bursts with sudden glee, his body wiggling with excitement as he grabs for his twin. He tugs the hand up to his face again, squeaking and chirping with open, delirious affection as he turns to press his beak into Donnie’s palm once more. This time around, Donnie can’t help the fond little smile that rises to his own beak, even as the thought pops into his mind that boy, is he glad Leo probably won’t remember this by the time the drugs wear off. All the better chance to embarrass the fuck out of him with this footage, later on.

And- Leo’s purring, now. Goddammit, he’s purring, and it’s- it’s really sweet. Fuck.

Donnie leans his head away, dragging his available hand down his face. “Dammit, Leo, you’re making it really difficult to keep up my Bad Boy image right now.”

Leo just chirps and nuzzles him again, the stripes on his face crinkling around his eyes with his wide, pleased smile.

Again, Donnie thinks, as he settles into a more comfortable position on his chair, preparing to be held hostage for a long while - there are worse places to be.

Notes:

I’m letsdeweythis on tumblr,, been getting into posting rise art >:3