"It's not like I can just ignore it."

Donnie's arms loosen just a little, if only because it's exhausting trying to out-hug Raph. He rests his forehead against the snapper's plastron, not pushing away from his bigger-brother-figure's arms. It's safe here. Secure, somehow.

"How can I not care? If I told you that you didn't have to look out for me or anything, would you?"