"Yeah, yeah, everything's...fine." Donnie looks at his staff, sighing after a moment. "No. I don't know. There's just been...a lot of things going on, I guess."

Maybe it's his fault for keeping so busy, but then that's how he operates. He wouldn't know what to do with himself otherwise.

But even then, there's no accounting for the things that have happened. There's no way he could have anticipated how this or that would turn out. There's nothing he could have done to prepare for them either. Maybe that's what's bothered him most of all. It's so much and he doesn't know how to put it into words, the things he's feeling.