Of course Leo heads him off at the pass. Donnie opens his mouth, then shuts it with a frown.

"...fine," he eventually concedes, flopping over on his side, if just a little harder than he means to because of the awkward position with all the coils. It's kind of a pitiful sound he makes into the bunk, but he doesn't feel like trying to adjust himself. Okay, maybe he's more than a little tired.

"Maybe by then this dumb thing will go away," he says, the end of his tail curling in.