AN:
Character: Leo
Genre: Drama
Warning: sad (aka the hurt without the comfort, because drabblish)
Fork
I look at the fork.
It's such a beautiful item. Light grey, shining in the lamplight.
I imagine lifting it, carrying it to my mouth and taking the piece of food it pierces between my teeth.
I take the fork.
It's shaking in my hand – my hand is shaking.
Far too much.
Raph takes the fork from me, slowly, gently. He doesn't say anything when he lifts it in my place.
I close my eyes to stop seeing the fork.
I used to wield katana, and now I can't eat on my own.
