[It takes most of his energy and care to get to his feet, so Rodney reaching for his battle shell earns him maybe a lingering side-glance at the most. He pulls Rodney's jacket close and hunches into it, marveling at how it still has some warmth lingering. Mammals emit so much god damn heat.
Rodney fishing his hoodie out of the puddle is also a surprise, and far more of a kindness than he'd ever expected (he hadn't really expected anything to begin with). It makes him feel something, which is in and of itself uncomfortable on a normal day and moreso when he's coming out of some weird...fugue state devoid of all passion and emotion. Donnie watches this with a pinched expression, as if waiting for the rug to be pulled from beneath his feet. Perhaps for Rodney to take his jacket back and give Donnie his things to carry, which would be reasonable to ask.
-ah. Oh. A question, he's being asked a question. Donnie ignores a great shiver that shudders through him and checks the mission timer he'd set for himself on his wrist computer.] -seven hours, fifteen minutes. Not that long on the ground. I don't...I didn't mark the time when I laid down.
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Rodney fishing his hoodie out of the puddle is also a surprise, and far more of a kindness than he'd ever expected (he hadn't really expected anything to begin with). It makes him feel something, which is in and of itself uncomfortable on a normal day and moreso when he's coming out of some weird...fugue state devoid of all passion and emotion. Donnie watches this with a pinched expression, as if waiting for the rug to be pulled from beneath his feet. Perhaps for Rodney to take his jacket back and give Donnie his things to carry, which would be reasonable to ask.
-ah. Oh. A question, he's being asked a question. Donnie ignores a great shiver that shudders through him and checks the mission timer he'd set for himself on his wrist computer.] -seven hours, fifteen minutes. Not that long on the ground. I don't...I didn't mark the time when I laid down.