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[mnt_mike]

Mike is in his element: Surrounded by happy family.
It doesn't matter that he's elbow-deep in dishwater with a stack of plates and flatware nearly taller than he is to his left, his family is here and safe and happy, and that's all that really matters.

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[realmrsreynolds]

"Think that's where the word 'avoidance' comes in."

[mnt_mike]

He opens his mouth to say something, but...at the last second he realizes it'd be just that: avoidance.

So instead he snaps his jaw shut.

He loves you.

[realmrsreynolds]

"I am not questioning that a jot."

Except for how, now that Sallie's thinking about it, isn't she? In worrying about Splinter having some sort of bad reaction to her even bringing up the idea?

That's uncomfortable, she thinks at herself.

"Would you have a problem with it?"

[mnt_mike]

Yes.
No.

I don't know.

"It's...complicated," he says finally, trying his best to keep his thoughts under the tightest of control.

[realmrsreynolds]

"And now you get why I haven't said anything."

[mnt_mike]

He opens his mouth to retort...but nothing comes.

Touché.

[realmrsreynolds]

"So. That is where I am. And I am hoping that...all of that made sense. Somewhat."

[mnt_mike]

"I don't...mean anything, you know that right? That I like, think the world of you. It's just...I worry."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Is it the," Counting down the reasons, "being from two different worlds, or the two different species, or the ninja versus farmer showdown we are inevitably causing?"

Or a million other things?

And then, faded and gray, is an image of Sallie and Splinter, walking around New York City.

[mnt_mike]

"Ninja vs farmer. Totally. That right there is a rivalry for the ages."

He smirks. Two can play at that game.

Then the image of his master and Sallie wandering New York City bleeds through, and his smirk softens.

[realmrsreynolds]

"Only one o' those adversaries gets hot pokers." Perfunctory.

Sallie knows that Mike 'gets' it, for as much as Sallie herself understands wherever the hell this line of thinking has been coming from. But, somehow, Mike became one of the few people that 'gets' the inside of Sallie's head. It's not fair to hope that he can magically translate anything, but that didn't stop part of her brain from hoping he'd be able to do so.

"'Tis what 'tis, I suppose?"