You were furiously pacing around your bedroom. You had just had a huge fight with a girl in your school, and now you were super stressed out an still steaming. Raph sat on your bed, listening to you rant about the girl. He, of all people understood anger. So he started ranting about the girl (who he doesn't even know) with you, to make you feel better. Finally, he knew he had to try and get you too cool off. He grabbed a chair and pushed it into you, making you fall back onto it. "Raph? What are you-," you said, but you stopped as you felt his fingers running through your hair. "You just need to cool off," he said, "and if I didn't do something soon I think you might have ripped a wall down or something." He laughed. You giggled and let your head fall back onto the chair. "Ugh. Your right," you admit. "Like usual," he says. You laugh. "Yeah," you say, "Raph, why do you have to be so adorable sometimes?" You can't see it, but he's blushing. "I guess it's just.....me," he replies. "Ya got that right," you say, and he plays with your hair until you feel completely better.