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That's not really relevant, you know. [It was an accident anyway, it isn't what matters right now.] What happened before?

[Nope, nope. He's not going to just trauma dump on his nephew he just smacked. Not happening, as he straightens up and Casey might notice a subtle shift in how he's holding himself.

Putting the mask on, can't be weak in front of the kid.]

Like I said, it's nothing.

[Casey pauses, just watching him for a handful of seconds, taking in the body language (some of it familiar in a way he hasn't actively noticed in years, having thought it to be just how his uncle is) and his tone of voice.

He doesn't want to start another fight, but he's struggling to let this go. He wipes a hand under his nose as it itches, smearing the blood, and sniffs- not from tears, but to clear the airways.]

You said... you'd do your best. To stop masking. Are you masking?

No.

[The answer might be a bit too quick, but he's doing this to make things easier for Casey. So the teenager doesn't have to worry about Tello.]

[Too quick, too suspicious. He's going to worry whether it's the truth or not.]

Are you lying?

Nooooo?

[Even with 20 some odd years on him, he's still a terrible liar.]

[Casey just... stares at him incredulously. Even for Uncle Tello, that was painfully transparent.]

[Dammit let him have this!!

He'll just stare right back at Casey.]

[Casey will not let him have it, sorry.]

You're so bad at this. You're even lying about lying.

No, I'm not.

[He will just lie more! That will totally work.]

He says, like a liar.

[But okay, obviously he's going to keep resisting, and Casey knows better than to try and win a war of attrition against Uncle Tello. He's so tired of this already. Maybe that's the goal, to wear him out of asking. This isn't the right tactic.

So instead, he sits up a little, enough to stretch his arm to the table and grasp a vial of blood, holding it so it's fully visible in the light. The one with flecks of pink.]

You going to lie about this, too?

[He's about to say he's not lying when Casey gets that vial of blood, and instead of protesting the first thing out of his mouth?]

If you tell Leo it'll destroy him.

[He knows, goodness he knows, if Leo finds out he's sick again? Somehow his twin will blame himself.]

[Tempting to make some kind of threat, that Casey could tell him unless his uncle cooperates, or talks to him, or something. Little incentive to keep his mouth shut, tit for tat.

Easy to remember sensei's expression when he said he saw how Uncle Tello died, though. Easy to recognize that it would be an empty threat, because Casey himself would rather throw himself off a cliff than hurt Leonardo as collateral. And Uncle Tello is already being an asshole to sensei, so what would be one more blow, really?

It isn't fair. He doesn't want to carry it. (He will, though. He always will.)]

It's not going to destroy him any less if you die without warning and he didn't know it was happening. Again.

[Thing is, he really doesn't want to do more damage to his brother. Which is why he hasn't gone back to the apartment.

He also doesn't want this one Casey either, but here they are.]

I'm not going to die, why do you think I'm in here?

[Casey feels a wave of frustration at that.]

I don't know why! You haven't told us anything! You haven't talked to any of us for days! [Has it maybe even been weeks by now? Casey can hardly keep track. Every day is a nightmare.] Why are you here? What are you doing? What's your plan? Do you have a different cure?

I'm working on it, that's what I'm doing, because it's my problem and not any of yours!

[He snaps right back, both of his hands balling up into fists. It's one thing he just doesn't get, is why Casey doesn't understand why he doesn't want to involve the younger turtles.

That they're not his family, and relying on them is just going to end badly for all involved.]

[The snap makes Casey hesitate, his gaze darting away, his voice quieting. He's not fully cowed, he doesn't stop, but he's visibly less aggressive about this than he was last time.]

It's our problem because it's yours. That's how it works with family.

[Ah, so there it is. Or at least the fact that Casey also considers the younger turtles family makes it make sense to him now.]

Except they're not. They're not my family, and they never will be.

I don't- I don't mean them. [He knows Uncle Tello doesn't think of them as his family. He's not surprised and didn't expect it, considering how little time has passed since they got here. It's not like Donnie thinks of him as family, and it's been more than two years now. (Maybe he never will. It's fine. Legitimately, he's not upset about it anymore. It's how thing are.)] What about us? Me, and sensei?

[A part of him is afraid to ask, with how things are right now. But he trusts. He has to trust. He has to believe in his family.]

[The slightest of tilts of his head at that question, as if it's the stupidest thing he's heard lately. And well, he has heard Casey's plan to do the blood thing.]

Of course you two are family. But that doesn't mean you should go about involving others in my problems.

You're still shutting us out, though. Disappearing to this lab, not coming home, not talking to either of us... not letting us help you. You didn't even- sensei got hurt, you didn't come.

[Now lashing out more severely when startled than he's ever seen his uncle do, hiding the Krang blood again, refusing to accept any help... Casey doesn't know what to think right now. There's pride, and there's family, and there's a need for control, and there's... whatever this is.

He gives his right arm an anxious rub up and down; there's new scars there, healed but fresh over the old ones from his childhood. If Uncle Tello wouldn't come for sensei, he wouldn't have come for Casey, either.]

Because, you were there. There wasn't a reason to have both of us there, also according to Leo the weather was horrible in Wintermute.

[Yeah, he notices the arm rubbing, and the new scars. But says nothing, if it was important Casey would do more than just look awkward or... Whatever the teenager is doing right now.]

It... was horrible. Sure. I guess. [But that wouldn't have stopped any of them before. A bit of snow? Even with the cuts they were causing... no.] You're still better at it than me. Faster. I couldn't give him the best care. And you haven't checked in since then, have you.

I've been busy, and I trust your skills. [And he's turning his attention to the work table, shuffling his notes he has there... Hm, maybe if he actually tries some of these formulas on himself instead of samples...]

[Busy.

Busy.

Trying to find a different way to save his own life, just so he doesn't have to accept the help of people who are trying so hard, pouring literally blood, sweat, and tears into a plan that he himself thought would work, given the right resources. Which they have now. Which he won't accept.

Busy. The comment on trust doesn't even register, doesn't ping at all as confidence in Casey's ability. It's so dismissive. Even now, as he turns away from Casey, focusing back on his research. Nothing he's saying matters at all.

Busy. Busy, busy, busy.]

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