The words hit in a way Mikey can't quite make sense of.

"What do you mean?" he asks quietly, the mood a little dampened by Donnie's snippishness. They aren't playing around.

He looks down as the arm is extended to him and reaches out to touch it, only to pull away as soon as his hands touch the strange material. "What is it? Does it hurt?" He knew something was off at the movie night, but everything had a logical explanation, had an easy reason. But now, things were starting to fall apart, to crack. Mikey rubs at his arms nervously.