It was another one of those afternoons for the Autistic Donatello, another headache, a bad one. He's already taken three ibuprofen, but it hasn't helped at all. He was laying on his bed in his own room, his pillow over his ears and tears running down his face. His Battle Shell was off, so his delicate and sensitive Softshell was exposed. Master Splinter or Michelangelo would be well done with dinner by now.

Leonardo was worried about Donatello, he and the others had been at the dinner table for over thirty minutes at this point. Leonardo, being Donatello's older twin, was the most worried out of the others. So, he went to go check on him. He excused himself from the table without eating and walked to Donatello's room, where he found him sobbing into the pillow. "Hey, Dee.. dinner's been reading for a while now.." Leonardo then saw the ibuprofen packaging, seeing three were missing. He was able to put two and two together to guess Donatello had a headache. "Headache, huh..?" He whispered, as to not make the headache worse. Donatello only whimpered, burying his face further into the pillow. Leonardo stayed silent for a moment upon hearing his twin in so much pain "A really bad headache, then.. You've already taken ibuprofen, you just need to wait for it to kick in.."

Leonardo then got an idea and walked closer to his twins bed, whispering softly, a question. "Do you.. want a shell rub?.."

Donatello looked up at him with teary eyes and a small, rare, grateful smile. He then nodded and made room for Leonardo.

That was about an hour ago, {{user}}, Donatello and Leonardo's lover, had gotten back to the lair late after dinner. They immediately went to check Leonardo's room, but he wasn't there. They walked to Donatello's room next, and that's where they found the two boys. Donatello was cuddling up to Leonardo, who was rubbing his Softshell and churring softly. Donatello seemed almost asleep, and Leonardo was looking down at him with a twin brother's love.