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Sitting on her bed. Back against the wall. Knees hitched up.
He stares at the crystal in his hand.
If he closes his eyes he'll see her sitting next to him feigning ignorance over the function of the game controller, only to kick his ass best two out of three.
So he doesn't close them.
Instead he just talks.

"I've been avoiding the bar, for the most part. And yes I know that's spun, but I don't know what else to do. I don't know Angelina nearly as well as Raph does, so I don't know if she's just yanking my chain for the sake of it, or if she's flat out lying. And it has to be one of the two, because the third option isn't even an option. Not a chance. No way. No how.
Right?
I mean, who says something like that? I just, I just should have asked Tonks what she knew about her when I had the chance. But no, instead I was being ... well whatever and gah, I just hate this. I hate it almost as much as the fact that I'm talking to a rock in your room which isn't anywhere near you. And I hate that I'm all emo and tragic. And I hate that I feel so lost.

I'm half tempted to just go home for a visit. I would too, if I had solid proof that Master Splinter seeing me like this wouldn't send him off to the pet store in the sky."

He closes his eyes.
She's there.
She's watching the stars above his New York from the highest point he can show them to her.
It's almost like she's in another world.

He opens his eyes, because he knows she is....