It's so strange, being in this position. This isn't usually his job. This is where Raph comes in, with his huge arms that would move mountains to keep them safe. This is where Mikey would cling back, both of them huddling together as they waited out another storm in the form of a typical argument between their other brothers. This is where their father would be, when he wasn't so wrapped up in his soap operas and TV commercials. It would be where April would place an encouraging hand upon his shoulder and let him lean in when he was ready to admit defeat.

But none of them are here. It's just him and Leo. It's such a big space to fill, and while Donnie feels sorely inadequate for the job that's usually held by several people, he's all he's got.

No, that's inaccurate. He's all Leo's got, and far be it for him to walk away from the task.

So he hangs onto him, as though to try and convince his brother through the gesture alone as he curls around him. He's no Raph, or Mikey or Splinter or April...

But he's Donatello Hamato, and that'll have to be enough.