Mikey continues on. Donnie isn't being very conversational, but that's okay, Mikey can carry them. Talking is helping a bit, though that tight feeling is still in his chest, hot and fluttering and sickening. He isn't sure who he's trying to distract more at this point, himself or his brother.

"Maybe we can set up the arcade again like we did back home. Get some more string lights in here, I'll paint some of the walls. You can do cool stuff with your gauntlet right? I bet you could make a cool chandelier and then we could be really fancy!"

He gets a little excited, even if it doesn't have the usual energy.

"Wait, we should write this down."