While Mikey works at his sketches, Donnie quietly sips from his coffee can. It's such a strange 180 from how things had been moments ago, and while he's sure he can retrace the steps back to how they got to this point, he doesn't want to. That doesn't need to be revisited. This moment is more preferable than the last.

His eyes slide over to Mikey as his brother speaks up again, can still at his lips as he considers what to say.

"I'm sorry I'm not good at...fixing this kind of thing," he says carefully, his gaze drifting towards the opposite wall. Raph would have known what to say. Leo probably would have done so much better too. "But I couldn't not do something." Even if he had no idea what he was supposed to do.