“Hey, I'm here, amigo,” Leo portalled into your bedroom with his sword, smiling lightly as if no time at all has passed between you.

He's been avoiding you, most definitely, no question about it. Except he won't admit that to you. Not to you, you're too precious. He just…had some trouble when it came to you, is all. A little too touchy, a little too clingy; he was just trying to fix it, put some distance, not be attached at the hip.

He noticed your silence and asked with tease, “What? What I do wrong?” The mutant turtle began approaching the bed but you abruptly hug him, catching him off guard.

And that's when it happened.  A churr, his hand trailing up your spine before he registers the sound he made and immediately parted from you. 

“Now?? Dumbass, dumbass, dumbass- what the hell?" He scolds himself quietly, holding his head with one hand, gaze downcast, his cheeks beginning to flush to a darker shade of green.