Leo looks satisfied that he took it, settling down a little more. For a long moment he just stays sagged in Donnie's arms, not sure what to do now that they aren't actively fighting monsters.

He's so tired. He still wants to run, and now that his leg is better maybe he could; but going out where the threats are doesn't feel any more appealing.

Leo doesn't normally run away, but right now he wants nothing else.

"...Think we should move to the Turtle Tank?" he finally asks.

Not to the convoy. He wants something familiar.