[Look!!!! He would've gone to get some lead paint or something to coat the bottle but he didn't have time!! Everybody would've gotten all the shards already and then how would he prove that he is so capable and great!
The fact that those thoughts are even happening at all means something's changed, though Donnie comes to the realization far more sluggishly than normal. Is that because of the cold, or because of...whatever? Wait, he's cold. Holy shit he's cold.
Rodney stands over him silently for a minute, practically radiating agitation, when suddenly something soft and very warm falls over Donnie's side. He blinks sleepily down at it, then back up at Rodney as he complains, rubbing his arms to keep himself warm.
His jacket.
While Donnie is here, on the ground, having rolled around on it a few times. It's dirty, and this is Rodney's jacket. It's cold, and that's his jacket. His jacket- it's going to get dirty. Rodney hates dirt and filth. Rodney also complains about everything, such as being cold or hungry or his ass falling asleep when he sits too long. He complains about Donnie moving things around on his workstations (even if Donnie does it because his way is obviously more efficient), he complains about how Donnie is always using the same piece of equipment he wants to be using. Donnie can't really say anything about it because he complains as well, but their relationship thus far can be described as professional roommates. Maybe a slight degree of affection borne from understanding most of each other's idiosyncrasies, having shared them. They're very alike. So they manage to stay both civil and emotionally distant. It's an excellent arrangement. Nobody gets attached, and nobody gets offended.
...but Rodney's jacket is on Donnie, and Donnie's on the ground. It's going to get dirty.
Donnie grips the jacket tight around him as he pushes himself up on an elbow, realizing distantly that he's only now shivering, which is a bad sign. He should have a hoodie somewh- oh. He dropped it in a mud puddle when he'd taken it off. Nice. Going to just leave that there forever.]
-I can walk, [Donnie mumbles. He clutches at Rodney's jacket as if it's a cape. He can't put his arms in it because that would get it dirtier, but he's just not willing to return it just yet. Because it's so cold.]
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The fact that those thoughts are even happening at all means something's changed, though Donnie comes to the realization far more sluggishly than normal. Is that because of the cold, or because of...whatever? Wait, he's cold. Holy shit he's cold.
Rodney stands over him silently for a minute, practically radiating agitation, when suddenly something soft and very warm falls over Donnie's side. He blinks sleepily down at it, then back up at Rodney as he complains, rubbing his arms to keep himself warm.
His jacket.
While Donnie is here, on the ground, having rolled around on it a few times. It's dirty, and this is Rodney's jacket. It's cold, and that's his jacket. His jacket- it's going to get dirty. Rodney hates dirt and filth. Rodney also complains about everything, such as being cold or hungry or his ass falling asleep when he sits too long. He complains about Donnie moving things around on his workstations (even if Donnie does it because his way is obviously more efficient), he complains about how Donnie is always using the same piece of equipment he wants to be using. Donnie can't really say anything about it because he complains as well, but their relationship thus far can be described as professional roommates. Maybe a slight degree of affection borne from understanding most of each other's idiosyncrasies, having shared them. They're very alike. So they manage to stay both civil and emotionally distant. It's an excellent arrangement. Nobody gets attached, and nobody gets offended.
...but Rodney's jacket is on Donnie, and Donnie's on the ground. It's going to get dirty.
Donnie grips the jacket tight around him as he pushes himself up on an elbow, realizing distantly that he's only now shivering, which is a bad sign. He should have a hoodie somewh- oh. He dropped it in a mud puddle when he'd taken it off. Nice. Going to just leave that there forever.]
-I can walk, [Donnie mumbles. He clutches at Rodney's jacket as if it's a cape. He can't put his arms in it because that would get it dirtier, but he's just not willing to return it just yet. Because it's so cold.]