[...Or maybe that apology will come a lot sooner than expected.

The fear in Casey's eyes saps the fight out of him in an instant, the glow fading as his arms fall limply to his sides. Tempting as it is to ask what happened to the fae, Mikey knows that route is a dead end. Leo getting hurt is old enough news that Donnie's had time to learn thirty new kinds of science and build him a functioning arm. If there was payback to get, it's equally in the past tense. There's nothing left now but a new normal and a bunch of awful feelings they all have to sit with.]

You didn't do anything wrong. [He sniffs, wiping some tears away with the back of his hand.] Now or then.

[Maybe Mikey doesn't have the full context, but the sense of déjà vu isn't lost on him. It's no wonder that Casey blames himself when the poor kid is always getting a front row seat to the worst moments of Leo's life.]

I'm sure having you there helped him a lot.

[That's a one-up on Mikey, and about as much comforting as he can manage before his resolve cracks and he's crying in earnest.]

It's not fair. Leo was supposed to be okay.