Re: engine 26 -- roosevelt ER
What are you talking about, I'm a big, tough goddamn firefighter, I don't pout. [But the grin was still there, and it was all guilt, no innocence. His shoulder hurt like a bitch, and the stitches they'd put in that wound on his other arm stung, too. Screw whichever Nazi-Hydra dude shot at him. Seriously not cool, dude. This was totally gonna mess with his game -- whatever game that was. But, he nudged Clem back regardless, and he shifted a little so that there was space on the stretcher for her.]
But if you promise to kiss it better, maybe I'll pout a lot less. [A big, cheesy wink and a grin. All in good fun. Mostly. He eyed the wound on her head, and his mouth dipped in concern.] You better let them patch you up right, peach. Who else is gonna sexually harass me if your brain goes all gooey? [Underneath all of that was real concern. Sure, it'd only been about a month since he'd arrived here, and he had his siblings, but the fire house really was like his second family. He was eternally grateful to have a place there. Before he could continue, however, the commotion down the hall grabbed his attention. And there he was, Clem's ornery cuss of a brother, and Mikey grinned again. Declan reminded him of Raph some days, and god he missed Raph.]
Well, look at who the cat dragged in. [He too assessed and decided the three of them came out as unscathed as possible. At least they didn't lose any limbs. At least they still had their good looks. He looked down at the iPhone in his lap, a bright green thing, and typed a couple of replies to Leo.] My little bro's in Gotham, and he seems fine. For Gotham standards. Haven't heard from my sister yet, I'm giving her a little while longer before I hunt her ass down. [His response to Clem was that of slight concern for his family; he was always concerned for his family. He then turned to the both of them.] Your folks doing okay?