Donnie doesn't realize Raph's gotten up until he's right there beside him and he finds himself pulled into a hug. Gut reflex has him stiffen at the arm around him, but he melts into it almost instantly. He's safe. Raph's here. Someone came for him, him and Aira. He has people who will risk their own safety, just for him. It makes him feel guilty, but it also makes him relieved.

"I know, but...I still should've tried, maybe. I don't know how much help I would've been though. Maybe it wouldn't have made a difference," he says quietly, tensing again under Raph's arm as he thinks of what happened when he didn't obey the orders of a noble.

Slowly he lifts his head, his face full of concern. It's hard to imagine their father- if he's as similar to his own- ever getting hurt aside from complaining about a bad back. It's a scary thing to think something so dire could happen that would make Raph worry for the worst. Leo seems more understandable, knowing his brother, but also just as much so from Raph's perspective.

"...I've probably made them worry so much," he says, voice hitching. It's not a new thought, a familiar track that tends to spiral when he lets himself slip into it. He doesn't know if his family's okay, if they've gone deeper into hiding or risked their safety trying to find him. The worst part is that Donnie isn't sure what would hurt more, and that's what's kept him from ever trying to go back and see for himself.