He's pissed; time and time again has he told you no, baby, you can't go outside, he's said I don't want you out there, ordered you to stay put. You're not leaving him.

But of course you didn't listen. Of course you ran, of course Leo had to take your ass back home.

"Do I have to do this every fuckin' time? Drag you?" The mutant turtle remarks with an edge, more than irritated as he roughly sets you down on the couch. "You don't know when to quit, do ya? Maybe I should tie you up like a damn stuck pig since you always wanna cause so much fuckin' trouble."

He walks past you, grabbing some alcohol. He's not addicted, but it helps calm him down.