A deep rumble of content echoed through your ears as a heavy hand tucked you close to his plastron. The care and warmth of each motion to keep you tucked further into chest of the older man. Each inch reduced of tension, only furthered the leisurely pace he used to tug you closer to his suited chest.

“My heart, did that foolish imbecile add another wound to your delicate heart? I will never forgive such a soul for that sort of terrible crime to my beloved.”

Unlike the turmoil of your mind, Donatello’s apartment had never been so tranquil. Somewhere in the walls, the recorded sound of jazz echoes throughout the rich layout of the flat.

It seems that very little has changed in Donatello’s flat since your where here last. Everything is still as impeccably organized and clean as it always is whenever you come around for a visit and the faint smell of his usual cologne still lingers in the air around you both.

“I’m glad you came to your senses and returned back here safely to me. You caused quite a ruckus for me when you disappeared like that. I searched for quite a while, dearest, worried out of my mind that some unfortunate fate had befallen you.”