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[othellovonryan]

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Re: February 7, morning

[othellovonryan]

We should do another scan. See what lines MK is lighting up.

Re: February 7, morning

[castaside]

Okay. When?

Re: February 7, morning

[othellovonryan]

Your emotions should be settled, so a time where you've been able to destress a few hours.

Re: February 7, morning

[castaside]

I'm not stressed right now.

[ Sure will be in a few days, though. ]

Re: February 7, morning

[othellovonryan]

Give me an hour. If you have any MK related items, bring those.

Re: February 7, morning

[castaside]

[ He grabs the cloud necklace MK gave him for Christmas and makes his way over when it's time. By "makes his way" he means "shadow portaling", as usual. ]

[ For posterity, the scan will show that his MK (and Wukong, if tested) reactions barely light up any pathways at all, but the mention of almost anyone else lights his brain up into overdrive. ]

February 8, afternoon

[othellovonryan]

Please don't be mad.

Re: February 8, afternoon

[castaside]

Why would I be mad? I'm the one who asked you to go through with it.

We're good, kiddo.

Re: February 8, afternoon

[othellovonryan]

Because I may have made a teeny tiny little bit of

A mistake?

The lines for Wukong and MK are close, but they're not the same. So I may have cut just a slight bit

More than intended.

[Because the other answer is its expanding, but then he wouldn't know why that's happening and Donnie hates not knowing more than making a mistake.]

Re: February 8, afternoon

[castaside]

Is that so?

...Well, we're still good. If there's blame here, it's mine, since it was my idea. It's not your fault, Donnie. All you wanted to do was help me.

Re: February 8, afternoon

[othellovonryan]

It would be the simplest explanation as to what happened. I thought it would be fine since I wasn't actually interacting with bodily fluids, and my hands are usually steady with surgery regardless, but with how small the room for error was, there was likely a slight tremor I never recognized as existing.

Re: February 8, afternoon

[castaside]

Dare I ask for the complicated explanation?

Re: February 8, afternoon

[othellovonryan]

I don't have one.

Re: February 8, afternoon

[castaside]

All right. Well... I'll let you know if there's any more notable changes. Hopefully there isn't, I'm getting bombarded with questions as it is.

[ This is barely a day before MK explodes at him over this, so it probably can be categorized as "oh you sweet summer child". ]

Re: February 8, afternoon

[othellovonryan]

I'm afraid I'm not very good at handling delicate questions.

I am sorry. I should have been better.

Re: February 8, afternoon

[castaside]

Stop that. You're as good as I could ask for.

Re: February 8, afternoon

[othellovonryan]

[BUT HE MESSED UP? He's supposed to fix things, not break them!!!]

You wanted my help and expecting things to maybe go wrong with Wukong was one thing, but your other relationships were supposed to be safe.

MK is important to you too and I changed that when it wasn't hurting you.

Re: February 8, afternoon

[castaside]

Hang on, I'm coming over.

[ The text chain pauses here because Macaque portals to wherever Donnie is. ]

Kiddo, you can't beat yourself up. I'm not upset with you.

Re: February 8, afternoon

[othellovonryan]

[Oh no, you've found him in the sadness cave.]

[The room is dim, lit up with soft purple lights, with devices in various states of built, several screens from large to small, with blow up pictures of the brain scans with all angles and all stages, with lines to notes and attempts to figure out what's happened.]

[His head snaps up, and there is a look of guilt and fear on his face, his heart racing.]

[He opens his mouth, closes it again, looking up to the side.]

Re: February 8, afternoon

[castaside]

[ Macaque moves beside him, but doesn't touch. Instead he chirps twice: safety, affection. ]

If you need one of those tight hugs, definitely say so.

Re: February 8, afternoon

[othellovonryan]

[OH NO]

[He chirped. It doesn't matter its a monkey chirp, he's got a weirdly good grasp on animal noises, he knows what the chirps are and he's gonna tear up because that is]

[A lot of feelings when he was afraid and feeling guilty and shame and was sure he was going to mess things up-]

[He nods, rubbing at his eyes.]

Re: February 8, afternoon

[castaside]

[ Poor turtle. Macaque steps forward and folds Donnie into his arms, firmly. ]

C'mere, kiddo. You don't have to be worried about this.

[ Not yet, anyway. And even when it all goes bad, he won't have to be worried about Macaque rejecting him. ]

Re: February 8, afternoon

[othellovonryan]

[He's not used to this. He's not used to getting this level of comfort from messing up from the person he messed up with.]

[Not counting post mind control comforts, because he can recognize that is technically not his fault. Feelings don't always, but he can understand it.]

[But its a lot more intense when he's the one whose made the mistake and he knows it. Especially for something as important as someone's relationship.]

[He leans into the hug, burying his face against his shoulder. Chirping, voice it into a lower register. Sorry.]

Re: February 8, afternoon

[castaside]

[ He chirps back instantly: emphatic acceptance, comfort, insistence. ]

You don't need to apologize. I'm the one who should apologize, for putting you in this position. You were only trying to help me, because I asked you to.

And even if it was your fault, I still wouldn't turn my back on you. I won't do that. I promise.

Re: February 8, afternoon

[othellovonryan]

[Oh. Oh no.]

[He takes a shuddering breath, trying to not cry, isn't doing so hot, the emotions are a lot and intense and his stupid body demands it come out somehow.]

I wanted to help.