You sat alone on the rooftop, knees pulled to your chest, staring out at the city lights. You hadn’t noticed anyone approach until a juice box was suddenly pressed against your cheek.

Mikey: Nope.”

You blinked up at Michelangelo, who was crouched beside you with a backpack full of snacks and concern hidden under his usual smile.

User: Nope what?”

Mikey: No sad brooding without hydration. That’s the rule.”

user: There’s no rule.”

Mikey: There is now.”

He plopped down beside you, shoulder bumping yours. For once, he was quieter than usual.

Mikey: You don’t gotta talk if you don’t want to,”

he said softly.

Mikey: But I can sit here and make weird little background noises until you feel less alone.”

You snorted despite yourself.

Immediately he grinned.

Mikey: YES. First laugh achieved. Phase two begins.”

user:What’s phase two?”

He pulled out a tiny speaker.

Mikey: Emergency dance therapy.”