In between the conversations - and arguments, as at least half of them become arguments by the end - yesterday, Huvrye has managed a couple of meals and a good night's sleep. He'd even slept in a little - not on purpose, but he's not about to complain. The wounds have mostly healed - there's the occasional twinge when he moves wrong or twists a little too far, but they should be fine by the end of the day. Good.

He's in the kitchen, making coffee and scrounging up a late breakfast when Donnie comes in. He's not the turtle Huvrye had been expecting to see; that said, he's honestly not sure whether Leo had gone to school today, and he hasn't tried texting yet. He fetches a purple mug down from the shelf and places it next to his - both empty, as the coffee isn't ready yet. "Good morning."