Mikey leaned in a tad bit more, his eyes narrowing. Donnie may not be running, but he wasn't going without a fight. Mikey didn't want to admit to the pang he felt, knowing there really was something Donnie was hiding from him.

He stepped back and crossed his arms, looking over Donnie once more. Best to start small.

"Your gloves. Those are new. And you've gone back to purple." Clear, observational facts, no denying that one.