Hey, Mikey."
"Hey, Leo."
The older turtle sat on the edge of the roof and looked up. Snow tumbled down on his upturned face. Already, it was starting to gather along the shoulders of his navy blue coat. "You missed supper." He said, not looking at the younger turtle. "April's worried about you."
"Tell her I'm fine."
"You tell her."
"Why don't you want to tell her?"
Leo finally looked his way; the tone in his normally obnoxiously cheerful brother was both worrying and, honestly, kind of grating on his nerves. He just wasn't used to him whining, well whining like this. "I'm nicknamed fearless, that don't mean I'm suicidal. You know how April can be when she becomes a mother hen."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Mikey sighed, slumping lower in his scarf. "I just want to be, you know. Alone. In the snow. "
"Okay." Leo shrugged. Waiting a moment he added with a wry grin. "I'll join you."
"Dude that is not being alone."
"Tough."
Mikey sighed again and somehow seemed to slink further. Leo wondered if he was trying to hide in his shell. The snow laid around him in gathering heaps, and collected on his shoulders and hat. Finally he gave a frustrated sigh. "Oh, come on. You can't be this upset over the death of a comic book character!"
"But Atom Adam was the coolest"