Donnie shrugs. "Someone had to do them." He seemed to be the only one to think about it, but then such responsibilities hadn't seemed like a bit task, not when he enjoyed building and fixing things, figuring out how they worked. He'd taken pride in being able to do something for his family, to keep them comfortable and safe.

Sure, it'd be nice to get a thank you more often than hear that something else was broken again, but he knew he was needed. He wouldn't be asked to fix something if they didn't figure he couldn't.

"Sometimes. Mikey'll come with me to scavenge things at the junkyard, or I can ask Raph if I need something heavy moved... Otherwise they don't have much of the same interests. -but making them do anything technical would probably just give me more of a headache so it's...it's fine."

He holds back a sigh, pushing away an old ache, one he's gotten used to mostly ignoring. The smile that follows isn't completely forced. It's rare he gets any offers like that, and he's always pleasantly surprised for it.

"That'd be great! I'll make use of any tech or machinery parts and metal. ...although if you find anything that'd look like it'd make a good planter, I'd be open to those too."