Leo's talking again; a good sign. It lifts...something from him, Donnie can't really tell. Everything's all simultaneously a mass of pain and numbness somehow that he can't find where one ends and the other begins. But his brother hasn't shut himself away completely, and that's something.
And while he can't quite suppress a wince as Leo moves his arms to squeeze around him, he still doesn't complain. His own arms might protest as he squeezes back, but right now he doesn't care. Leo hasn't given up, and that's all that matters.
"No, I think I get it." He probably would've had a hard time too, although at least maybe his goggles would help, if they started working right. It still scares him to think that he might start questioning his own senses, his arms tightening with the thought. "...not gonna lie though, kind of hated it." That's something he can live without ever experiencing again, thanks.
Donnie takes what comfort he can from those words, nodding. He may not have thought too much of the reassurances earlier, but this feels different. This is Leo, and that's all that matters.
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And while he can't quite suppress a wince as Leo moves his arms to squeeze around him, he still doesn't complain. His own arms might protest as he squeezes back, but right now he doesn't care. Leo hasn't given up, and that's all that matters.
"No, I think I get it." He probably would've had a hard time too, although at least maybe his goggles would help, if they started working right. It still scares him to think that he might start questioning his own senses, his arms tightening with the thought. "...not gonna lie though, kind of hated it." That's something he can live without ever experiencing again, thanks.
Donnie takes what comfort he can from those words, nodding. He may not have thought too much of the reassurances earlier, but this feels different. This is Leo, and that's all that matters.