And with that, whatever guard had been left in Donatello's stance just left, and Don was left standing like the shell-shocked fifteen-year-old he was.

(Also, Martians, what. But Don decided that if Tim wasn't going to start questioning Don's oddities, it wouldn't do for Don to start questioning his friends' differences.)

"Oh. I- Okay. I guess it's good to meet you, then?" He wasn't entirely sure what to say. Usually this step was skipped with their human friends back home. Having to save their lives usually took priority.

What a switch.