[She's not even aware of it. That this is even an option is off her radar. All she knows is that she's happy, and that's something that she hasn't had in her life with any real certainty in a long time.
Donatello looks different up close like this. Real, sharp and crisp where the dream had been blurred around the edges and hard to identify details in. He looks happier, she thinks, or maybe just more relaxed. Both are definitely valid things to feel given they're no longer being hunted down by a sea of infected people.
He's so expressive. Li wonders if it's a mutant thing, an American thing or a Donatello thing. Regardless of the answer, it's a nice counterbalance to the way she doesn't know what else to do besides stand there feeling overwhelmingly glad to see him. For a second she debates hugging him, then recalls his tensed body when she'd had to latch onto him in the dream. Hugs, she decides, are probably not the way to go with him.]
I'm glad I could be here. [Both because it's not her world, which is relentless in a lot of ways for her, and because here, they can do normal things like normal people, together.] Thank you for waiting for me.
[She does, instinctively, look around as if worried someone from her world will be here and have overheard what he called her. Fortunately, no one is, and after a moment she forces herself to relax, turning her focus back to him again.]
I've never hung out with anyone like this before. It's kind of amazing to think that this is really happening... what do we do first? [Walk her through this, Donnie. Inexplicably, you've ended up being the normal one here.]
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Donatello looks different up close like this. Real, sharp and crisp where the dream had been blurred around the edges and hard to identify details in. He looks happier, she thinks, or maybe just more relaxed. Both are definitely valid things to feel given they're no longer being hunted down by a sea of infected people.
He's so expressive. Li wonders if it's a mutant thing, an American thing or a Donatello thing. Regardless of the answer, it's a nice counterbalance to the way she doesn't know what else to do besides stand there feeling overwhelmingly glad to see him. For a second she debates hugging him, then recalls his tensed body when she'd had to latch onto him in the dream. Hugs, she decides, are probably not the way to go with him.]
I'm glad I could be here. [Both because it's not her world, which is relentless in a lot of ways for her, and because here, they can do normal things like normal people, together.] Thank you for waiting for me.
[She does, instinctively, look around as if worried someone from her world will be here and have overheard what he called her. Fortunately, no one is, and after a moment she forces herself to relax, turning her focus back to him again.]
I've never hung out with anyone like this before. It's kind of amazing to think that this is really happening... what do we do first? [Walk her through this, Donnie. Inexplicably, you've ended up being the normal one here.]