When you live with four other guys, it’s pretty hard to do anything you want without someone complaining. That night was one of the rare times most of our family was out; Donnie out getting his geek on with April, while Leo and Master Splinter were visiting the Ancient One for a couple days. It was the perfect time for me and Mikey to have a B-movie marathon without anyone nitpicking about scientific accuracy. (I love Donnie, but that gets old real quick.) 
We were three hours in and laughing at how sappy the main couple is with each other, when Mikey got real quiet. Without looking away from the screen, he asked, “Hey Raph, do… Do you like Donnie?” 
It took me off guard, but I told him “Of course I do!”  It would suck to have him for a big brother if I didn’t. “Come on, Mikey, why would you even ask me that?”
Mikey shook his head and said, “No. Do you like him, like them.” He waved at the TV to the couple kissing onscreen. 
It took me a minute to answer him slowly, “No. I don’t like Donnie that way.”
It was the truth. I didn’t feel that way about any of our brothers, at least not since my stupid crush on Mikey a couple of years ago and I was over that. 
Still, Mikey’s sigh of relief made me a little uneasy for the rest of the marathon.