Raph pulled his chin from her hands. He didn't want that. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. He didn't want to talk or think or do anything. In the deep recesses of his mind, he appreciated what she was trying to do. Right now, he was just too tired and drained. Pain was settling deep in his chest, but it was slowly eased out by something else. Emptiness.
"I need... sleep." And with a little tug as if to reassure her, he meant her as well. "I'll be fine Amber. I always am."