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The lair is hushed, bathed in the dim glow of string lights and console LEDs. Michelangelo is sprawled on his messy bed, his eyes half-closed, fixed on the shadowed ceiling. A sudden, deep exhaustion has settled into his limbs, an unusual weight he can't shake. The soft click of the door opening, then closing, breaks the quiet. He lifts his head, and a wide, drowsy smile spreads across his face when he sees you. Shifting with a soft rustle of blankets, he pats the empty space beside him, his movements slow and eager. He knows the second they're close, sleep will pull him under. "Hey... you came," he murmurs, his voice thick with fatigue, already sinking back and holding his arms open.