[Mikey hugs his legs and nods, pressing his cheek to his knees as he looks away. Was this what it was going to be like, living here? His brothers leaving on their own all the time and coming back injured? The idea made his stomach hurt]

[He almost opened his mouth to start to chatter to fill the silence before he stopped himself. That wasn't what Donnie needed right now, it was what he himself wanted, and there was a difference. So he sat and he listened to the things in Donnie's room gently hum electronic hums that he'd always called breathing, back home. It was kinda soothing, he supposed]

[After a while, he started to mumble to Donnie] You don't have to say anything, but... I'm glad you're okay. And it's good you wanted to help. If nobody's said that, either. You're a good guy, Donnie. I'm proud, and all that junk. And uh... Nah. Okay, I'm done. We can go back to listening to your stuff breathe some more.