That he's not the only one unsure about what to do in this situation is perhaps the only reason Donnie doesn't just break down where he stands. Even so, he looks like he's physically trying to hold himself together, his own arms drawn in so tightly against himself, fingers digging into his jacket. He stares at Raph like he's afraid his brother will vanish if he so much as blinks.
That thought frightens him, a clear enough response he can identify enough to know that at least one thing is true; he doesn't want Raph to disappear now that he's here.
He blinks as he realizes Raph's speaking again, hastily scrubbing the back of a hand at his eyes as he tries to listen.
Ugh, his pronunciation is terrible. And yet Donnie's own mouth tries to tug itself into some semblance of a smile, fragile and uncertain. He breathes a laugh, or maybe it's a sob, he's not even sure at this point, but he nods as he gauges how much he trusts himself to speak.
"Y-yeah. This is my garden..." he confirms, as though it isn't obvious, but then he doesn't know how alike he is to this Raph's Donnie. His voice sounds rough around the edges, thick from tears that he'd refused to let fall.
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That thought frightens him, a clear enough response he can identify enough to know that at least one thing is true; he doesn't want Raph to disappear now that he's here.
He blinks as he realizes Raph's speaking again, hastily scrubbing the back of a hand at his eyes as he tries to listen.
Ugh, his pronunciation is terrible. And yet Donnie's own mouth tries to tug itself into some semblance of a smile, fragile and uncertain. He breathes a laugh, or maybe it's a sob, he's not even sure at this point, but he nods as he gauges how much he trusts himself to speak.
"Y-yeah. This is my garden..." he confirms, as though it isn't obvious, but then he doesn't know how alike he is to this Raph's Donnie. His voice sounds rough around the edges, thick from tears that he'd refused to let fall.