[The pancake is flattened further into a crepe in his big brother's loving arms.
Even when the squeezing becomes nigh-unbearable, Donnie still manages to stay in his shell for a good couple minutes before finally popping out, going limp like a wrung out dishrag via some deeply ingrained self-defense mechanism as Raph still continues to squeeze. Thoughtfully, at least. Raph is always careful with them, but...a little more careful with him, and Donnie knows it.
He doesn't say anything though, just letting himself be held and squeezed as if he's one of Raph's teddy bears, simultaneously sulking and feeling terrible for himself, and then genuinely feeling terrible because he hadn't meant to just blurt all of that out. He hadn't meant to come off as...as unhinged. Or like some little child, yelling about wanting to go home. None of them are kids anymore. It's not like he's being beaten to death in the Prison Dimension and thinking about wanting his dad.
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Even when the squeezing becomes nigh-unbearable, Donnie still manages to stay in his shell for a good couple minutes before finally popping out, going limp like a wrung out dishrag via some deeply ingrained self-defense mechanism as Raph still continues to squeeze. Thoughtfully, at least. Raph is always careful with them, but...a little more careful with him, and Donnie knows it.
He doesn't say anything though, just letting himself be held and squeezed as if he's one of Raph's teddy bears, simultaneously sulking and feeling terrible for himself, and then genuinely feeling terrible because he hadn't meant to just blurt all of that out. He hadn't meant to come off as...as unhinged. Or like some little child, yelling about wanting to go home. None of them are kids anymore. It's not like he's being beaten to death in the Prison Dimension and thinking about wanting his dad.
He's literally just in some other place.
What's he got to complain about.]