[wherever Casey is staying, he shall wake up to a letter the morning of the 13th, addressed to him in beautiful blue ink, all looping, graceful letters.]
My dear friend Casey,
I hope this day is finding you well.
How fortitudinous that our paths crossed inside Vasilisa's but a few days ago! I can hardly begin to imagine how my arrival would have gone without the kind reassurances and gentle promises of friendship you provided me with. I look forward to getting to learn more about one another. The world you've come from sounds most interesting. I should very much like to hear more about it someday.
My short time in this place so far has been spent mostly in Willow. I've been making myself familiar with the layout, the shops, the darling little daily market. There is still so much to learn of our new home - there are moments I fear it shall take me years to learn the full of it properly! - but I am much emboldened to be surrounded by such generous, warm individuals, such as yourself, so willing to welcome me without pause.
We simply must take tea in my new home at your earliest convenience. Let me know when you are available and we shall set a date. I eagerly await your reply.
[It takes a while for him to read it; his education definitely did not include how to read cursive or fancy handwriting. He's going to cherish the heck out of this, though. His first letter! On real paper! It's beyond precious, and the fact that Rue took the time to write him like this over such a casual comment is just… ah! It's so much! This place is so much.]
Rue I got your letter! Thank you!! It's so nice! I'm gonna write you back! Give me some time, okay? Oh and I'd love tea! Anytime you're free!
Of course! I'd love to. Do you have a place in mind, or do you just want to walk the neighbourhood and see what sticks out? There's still so many options that I have trouble deciding.
[He'd be tempted not to answer - he's running kind of high on emotions, understandably, and may not be very good company - but seeing Rue through the window means he can't possibly refuse. He opens the door, looking surprised to see them. He wouldn't have blamed them if they'd wanted to put some space between them following his word-vomit letter (that he immediately regretted sending as soon as it was out of his hands and he had the empty space to start worrying about it).]
[Whenever Casey - or Hunter - leaves the apartment for the day, they'll find a wrapped box left at their doorstep. The box is addressed to the both of them, with two separately wrapped gifts inside.
For Casey, he'll find a sweater knit in the most softest teal color, with a matching scarf and mittens. And just a very simple note card inside:]
[It has been a long, harrowing night, but the promise of morning brings at least a hint of lightness back into Rue's tired expression. In the end, after all of the tears and the fear and the unrelenting uncertainty through the night, Rue can finally confidently say that Leo will be fine. The loss of his arm will be a hardship to navigate, but where they could have lost him completely, the owlbear must find peace in the fact that Leo is alive and steady and growing stronger by the minute.
They stay there at his side through the night, doting on him at every moment they get, only giving themself the chance for a break when a frazzled Peter finally arrives in the morning. Rue is only stepping out of Casey's bedroom when they've begun to make a list of everything they need to do and gather before they come straight back to Leo's side, when they spy Casey curled up on the couch, quietly sleeping there all on his own.
Well, that marks the very first thing off of their list.
It's another twenty minutes or so later that the owlbear is coming to settle at Casey's side, not quite brushing against him - they remember the way he turned away from their hug last night - but close enough that them sitting next to him would send the boy raising up into the air from their weight hitting that same cushion. There's a plate in their lap - Casey is getting a proper serving tray for his birthday, this just won't stand - with freshly sliced apples and some buttered toast. Maybe not the most extravagant of breakfasts, but it's about all Rue has in them after last night.]
[Casey is not even close to being well-rested, having at last passed out only a few hours ago and woken up twice since, but there's no way he'd be entering a deep sleep with everything that had happened the night before. It only takes a moment for him to stir, eyes fluttering as he struggles to open them. Eventually he's able to focus in on Rue.]
....Mm...?
[Wait. Rue was- Rue came here for-]
Leo? [He tries to sit up quickly, but his paralyzed arm is still giving him trouble, so he just sort of flops sideways at first. Not helpful.] Is- is Leo okay?
[The first day Leo only sleeps. The second day, he talks to Rue and Raph a bit. The third day is Casey's turn to watch. And it's... quiet. It isn't bad. But gradually eventually, consciousness comes in a slow easy wave coming to shore. His eyes crawl open but Leo doesn't make a sound just yet.
[He'd been kind of a coward, the first two days. He knows that. Unable or unwilling to face Leo after what happened, afraid of the conversation that might occur, afraid of his own memories, now that one so grim had come to light. What else has he forgotten that is in fact terribly important? What else will looking at Leo and the damage he'd caused through his own failure in battle bring to light? What if Leo remembers it was his fault and hates him for this?
(Sensei never seemed to hate him, despite causing- so much more damage. But he doesn't remember the days that followed, either.)
It's not about me echoes in his head far too often, much as he tries to stamp it down. It's not a healthy mantra, but in many ways it's part of being Hamato, too. So. The third day he commits to contributing properly again, shoves his guilt to the wayside, and takes a shift to watch over Leo. It isn't about him, it's about Leo and helping his recovery.
Casey's actually on the floor beside the bed, leaning against the frame, so Leo gets a front-row view of the back of his hair. He has some fabric bundled up in his lap- he'd been mending a tear in his old cloak, but his hands are still so he's evidently dozed off or is drifting.]
[It takes a minute - unlike Leo Casey is not constantly glued to his relic - but what are normal sleep schedules, anyway. Especially this month. Especially after what happened with Leo.]
[ Jaws theme but instead of the Jaws theme it's just Raph walking around like a normal person.
He gives Casey some time before he circles back with him. Breathing room time, getting cleaned up time, that kinda thing. Because respectfully, it really seemed like the kid needed the breathing room. Raph was never not gonna circle around, though.
So he leaves Leo to Rue and/or Peter's capable watching eyes for a while at some point and just goes ahead and sits down next to Casey. Or stands next to him. idk what Casey is doing, Raph's just gonna match it. ]
How you holdin' up, bud?
[ No one has ever walked such a precision line of soft big brother voices without going directly into babytalk. Incredible. ]
[Casey's in the kitchen, trying to wrestle his way through making a big breakfast to feed his very full apartment, with 1.5 functioning arms while being as quiet as possible. He has some movement back in his hand (yay!) but his arm's still in the sling (boo) and the clothes he's in now, while clean at last, are obviously borrowed and too big for him. Fair to say he's having some difficulties.
He hears Raph's approach (when the full ninja mode's not on he is kind of impossible to miss) but he still feels unprepared for the soft kindness in Raph's voice. I got you killed, though, is his first uncomfortable thought.
Don't say that. They're not the same. It's just still too fresh in his memory.]
Hi, Raph, [he goes for instead.] I'm- I'm doing okay. [He is not not fine. It's adjacent to okay.] You hungry?
[Things are still not so great here in the middle of this trial, but Leo is finally on the mend and some other hurts have been soothed over, so it only makes sense to Rue to take a few of these blessed quiet moments to celebrate.
So they find Casey somewhere in one of those moments and take his hand without warning, before gently pulling him to the main room of his apartment. It is not much, not even close to the full party he deserves, but there is a cupcake heaped with swirling chocolate frosting and sprinkles and a single balloon tied to a chair. As soon as they walk into the room, the candle in the cupcake lights up on it's own.]
We will have a true party after all of this mess, but I did not want to miss out on the chance to celebrate you today.
[Casey's eyes widen at the display, and he stares for a long moment, brows furrowing, like it's a puzzle he's trying to decipher. It's been months since Peter's party, and balloons and a birthday cake are still very much a foreign concept to him, but as the moment passes and it clicks, his eyes widen. Oh. Oh. This is-]
I forgot, [he murmurs, fingers squeezing Rue's paw a little. So much has happened.] For me?
[He blinks rapidly. Even a cupcake and a candle is- it's so much.]
[Huh. Not bad, but unexpected? He's grateful for the distinction, admittedly, since he doesn't get around to responding right away. As soon as he has a moment to check, though, he's calling.]
[Christmas Eve, Casey has a package delivered (and one for Hunter as well). Inside is: a polaroid camera with about 100count film included. There is also one (1) nicely framed photo of him and Hunter from the holiday party, dressed up at the son corner decked out and looking at each other smiling. It's a nice shot and one Leo clearly took a lot of thought to get for them.]
My darling Casey, Happy holidays to the most compassionate and generous young man I know. What a wild five months it has been. To think we've only know one another for a mere blink of my lifetime, and yet no one has ever left a mark as indelible as you have upon me. Of all the things my paws have ever held, the best by far has been you. You may outgrow my lap, but you will never outgrow my heart. Please believe in yourself as much as I believe in you. I can not wait to see the kind of man you grow up to be. I promise to be right there at your side the entire time. Here's to the first year of many together. I love you endlessly. Affectionately yours, Mom
[ There's a box on Casey's doorstep. Inside that box, is another box. And another box is inside that box. And so on and so forth, until he reaches the smallest box in this nesting situation. Inside that box is a mask, designed to look like Casey's usual mask. But, it's been upgraded to have shielding tech that will protect the wearer's entire head and neck area. "For one of the bravest kid I know. ~TS" ]
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