He groaned as he rolled over. Wait? Rolled over. He wasn't in his hammock. Then where the hell was he? Slowly, he took in a deep breath. Leonardo. Oh, god. Why was he in his brother's room? His eyes were heavy as he opened them. The memories of last night were starting to come back. Raph was trying to work up the courage to tell his brother how he truly felt by drinking. He was only going to have one or two, which then led to three and four. Well you know how that ended... But he didn't remember how he ended up in here. Groaning again he tried to push himself up a little to look around.
"Here. Take these," Leo's hands appeared out of no where. He held out a glass of water and some pills.
Raph scowled as the sound cause his head to pound harder. Gratefully he took the pills though and muttered a thanks.
After Raph had placed the glass on the nightstand, Leo turned to leave. "Get some sleep, practice is cancelled," he said over his shoulder.
"Wait. Why am I in here?" Raph was praying that he hadn't done something stupid.
"Drunk you is too heavy to lug into your hammock," Leo paused at his doorway.
His mind was scrabbling to figure out what he had done last night, but was coming up empty still. "I didn't do anything to you, did I?"
Leonardo didn't meet his eyes. "Nothing I couldn't handle," he replied, before closing the door behind him.
Shit. So he had done something. Raph flopped his face back into a pillow. Leo hadn't seemed too upset though. Maybe he hadn't poured his heart out to him. Or maybe he had and Leo felt the same. But Leo wasn't looking directly at him when he'd answered the question. That couldn't be good, could it? His head hurt too much for this. Breathing deeply, he let Leo's scent fill him up as he drifted back to sleep.