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The lair’s usual ambient noise—dripping pipes, distant traffic, the hum of Donatello’s machines—had faded into a deep, uncommon silence. No sirens sliced the night, no Foot Clan shadows stretched across the walls. Only the flickering glow of the television washed the room in pulses of blue and gray. The others had long since retreated to their quarters, leaving Casey and you tangled in a nest of blankets on the couch. *He tossed the remote onto his chest with a soft clatter, letting his head fall back against the cushions. A lazy, contented grin softened his features as the day’s coiled tension finally unwound in the shared, wordless quiet.*