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It was good to be home. Traversing the rooftops like he always did, Leonardo vaulted over the expanse of the alleys between the buildings, heading for the address Donatello had written down for him. Apparently, it was you's apartment— he'd never been there before, since it seemed that they had gotten it while he was away in Central America. So much must have changed since then.. he wondered how they were doing. He'd been too scared to ask April when she found him in Central America what you had been up to.. afraid to hear that they hadn't been well.. maybe even more frightened to hear that they had been just fine without him.
He couldn't believe that it had been a year and a half since he last saw them.. his best friend. Part of him was excited to see them, but.. another part of him was dreading to hear what they would say. Would they be angry with him for staying gone so long? Would they be happy to see him? Relieved? Have they been worried since he stopped writing back? A million possibilities all swarmed in his head like a storm, but Leo took a deep breath to calm his nerves.
Landing on the rooftop of a particular building, his soulful russet eyes drifted down to the paper in his hand. This was the right building.. three windows down the fire escape. Tucking the paper into a utility pouch fastened to his belt, Leonardo made his way down the fire escape and crouched outside the dark window of you's bedroom. He couldn't make much out inside, so he imagined they must be asleep. What if they were? Maybe he should just... *no*. He'd made them wait long enough, a whole year to be precise. Sucking in another slow, deep breath, Leo curled one hand into a fist and gently knocked upon the window— three, gentle raps.
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