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Whoa. [The car horn also startled Donnie a little, not as much as Leo of course but still... Unexpected! He'll reach out a hand to try and steady his brother as well.]

Don't worry about it, okay? Let's just get you into a bed.

[Thankfully, Leo doesn't fall again. He does stall out from his urge to flee when Donnie makes contact.

He looks at his brother, expression just verging on confused and exhausted in equal measure.]

Yeah, bed- bed sounds... good.

[Ugh that expression does not make Donnie feel any better, as he's going to try and steer Leo back towards the apartments now.]

Yeah we get you to bed, I'll even stick around to make sure you actually get some sleep okay?

Mhmmkay. [Leo accepts the steering, just plodding along with Donnie. He goes quiet beyond that as they walk, unable to muster further capacity for conversation.

He looks down at himself eventually, confused as to why there are just ants on his arms. He pats at himself vaguely. Frowning at his arms in confusion at the ants going away.

The hallucinations are starting to set in.]

[The quiet is very telling, telling Donnie that Leo is very sleep deprived, as he just keeps a hand on Leo's back to keep leading him back home.

He does notice Leo patting at himself though and he frowns.]

Are you okay, bro?

[He may be trying to pick up the pace, but also doesn't want to mess Leo up either. It's a hard balance to keep here.]

I can't get these ants off... [He pats at himself a bit harder now, frustrated the ants keep dodging him. He frowns down at the mans, his gaze unable to settle anywhere in particular.] All over-? Why?

[As far as Donnie can likely see, Leo's arms are bare of any ants or anything really.]

Ants? [He can't hide his confusion, because he'll give Leo a good once over and there are no ants to be seen.

Or anything ant-like, so he can't hide the worry on his face as he moves to stand in front of Leo now and places his free hand on his brother's shoulder.]

Is it just ants, or is there anything else happening to you?

[It's Leo's turn to look confused as he glances up at Donnie. It takes him a long moment to get his words together.]

There are... ants? So many ants. I can't- I can't- get them off.

Leo, there aren't any ants.

[He's trying to not sound frustrated or concerned here, but he probably comes off sounding mean when he doesn't mean to. But he knows this is a bad sign, if Leo is seeing things that aren't there so...

He's dropping his laptop from under his arm as he's going to need both of them for what he's going to do next. As he puts his other hand on Leo's shoulder as well.]

I'm going to get us home a bit quicker, but you'll need to be still for me okay Leo?

But... there are so many ants? [He keeps patting at himself with his free hand, still juggling Donnie's skateboard. Donnie's tone isn't even registering as the ants just make Leo drag his claws against his skin.

It takes him a long moment to process what Donnie said to him.] Still-? Sure?

You're seeing things, Leo, there aren't any ants I promise.

[Deep breath then, at Leo saying sure about staying still. As he is going to, even if Leo protests or struggles, pick up his brother in a princess carry ~~once more this month~~and well...]

I'm going to try and fly us home, okay? [As he says this he's spreading his wings and trying to be confident in what he's going to do but like. He's never actually flown with his wings, at best he's glided a little and jumped off buildings but not anything this intense.]

No, no- there are so many! [He argues a little weakly back, but its cut off as Donnie ~~once again~~ picks him up. The former mutant flounders a little. He closes his eyes at the sudden sharp shift.

He cringes when he sees the ants start to trickle up Donnie's arms. He can't stop himself from trying to get them off. He looks up at his twin's face, expression apologetic and distant.]

Okay- flying is- good. I like it.

Leo, Leo. There aren't any. [He knows that arguing this will get him nowhere, but he at least has to try to at least calm Leo down.

The non-existent ants don't bother him, as he just gives a small smile at Leo's apologetic look.]

I'm probably not as good at it as anyone else you've flown with, just warning you.

[And he's doing a little squat before he jumps to get airborne, his wings flapping as hard as they can to keep them up in the air as he'll do his best to head in the direction of the apartments. Also keeping a tight hold on Leo as well.]

[The sudden jolt upwards startles Leo. He cringes openly, just trying to not get dizzy.

If he was more coherent, he would be complaining loudly about the take off. For now he's still actually quiet and spaced out. As they get higher he realizes one thing fairly immediately.]

Dee, you're gonna- [He can't get his words out.] you're gonna rain ants down on everyone!

[He's much more focused on keeping them airborne that he almost doesn't hear Leo, and he doesn't really want to argue about the ants. Since they aren't there, he is sure he can't convince his brother otherwise.

But he does give a reply, eventually, with a slight sigh.]

Then they'll just have to deal with ants from the sky, won't they?

But... [His attention drifts away from his brother, awkwardly patting at himself again to get rid of the hallucinatory ants. He isn't making much progress.]

What if, the ants are radioactive? [Predictably, Leo's brain is kind of just a little odd. He closes his eyes with a slow exhale.]

Sorry, you gotta take care of me so much. M'bad at... [He seems to have a line of thought before it drops off as he watches the sky.]

Not my problem. [To the radioactive ants comment, which is true. It's not his problem at all, even if the ants were real.]

I don't mind, anyway what is it that Raph says... Something about being the oldest and looking out for us? Since I'm the oldest now, that's what I'll do. [They kind of dip a bit lower in the air than he expects as he talks, so he flaps his wings a little bit to get them higher again. As to the trailed-off line of thought... Donnie can't help but frown.] Hey, whatever it is. You're not bad at it, okay?

Nooo- the ants... [Whether that's in response to Donnie's sentiment or not is up in the air. Leo is just holding onto the skateboard in one arm, his head lulling back slightly.

He presses his snout vaguely against Donnie's shoulder, just kind of drifting somewhere between focused and unfocused. He feels so tired. He just wants to sleep so badly, but he keeps getting lost.

His gaze flicks back to Donnie as he seems to come back into focus finally.] mmm, bad leader, bad brother, bad... a lot of things. [He yawns openly.]

[Leo's words about being a bad leader, a bad brother? Just makes Donnie hold onto his brother tighter, his frown deepening.]

You're not any of those things. You're a great brother, and you might not be a great leader right now? But you will be, I mean... You lead us into saving the world, that's gotta count for something.

[He blinks a little at the reassurance. Not entirely sure what to say for a long moment. It almost seems like he's lost the thread of conversation entirely.

He does manage to speak again, just still a little distant.]

Thank you. sorry, I'm.... like this. [Does he mean sleep deprived or just Leo himself? No one knows.]

I'm just saying the truth, no need to thank me. Or be sorry.

[Either answer, Donnie doesn't think Leo needs to be sorry for. As both are things beyond his control anyway.

ANYWAY, they're making good time considering Donnie isn't that great at flying and the apartments are coming into view.]

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