Leo would feel terrible himself, if he knew his hesitation made Donnie feel like he was gross. He's not gross, and Leo would never want him to feel that way, feet or no feet. He loves Donnie. He just wishes this wasn't the way they met again...

He holds on to Donnie until Donnie starts to stir, lifting his head from where they're leaned into each other. Leo moves his head so he can see Donnie's expression, confused about why Donnie is giving him such a worried look.

Okay, well, maybe not that confused. He knows he looks... not great. Besides the pallor of his skin, his cheeks are getting increasingly gaunt, his hands bony.

He winces.

"Uh, something on my face?"