[Donnie pouts at that, ducking his head behind his knees as he hugs them tighter, as though he can make himself smaller. How dare you throw things back at him like that!
Even then, he's deliberating, still hesitant to say.]
Promise me you're not going to overreact?
[Because he knows his brothers. He knows they want to keep him safe, but sometimes it just feels like they think he's made of glass.]
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Even then, he's deliberating, still hesitant to say.]
Promise me you're not going to overreact?
[Because he knows his brothers. He knows they want to keep him safe, but sometimes it just feels like they think he's made of glass.]