[It's a small enough comfort. Words never really cover enough, and while Donnie's always been possessive about his personal space, Anemone's one of the people who doesn't feel so intruding when she's near. He lets himself lean against her, needing some kind of contact, some sort of support.]

It's really complicated. Whatever's caused it to pull us here...

[He still means to figure it out. He is determined to figure it out.]

It's unpredictable. I can't say I'm mad that I'm here, not when I've been able to meet people like you, but... [His hand tightens around hers. Too many unknowns. Too little data.] ...if I ever go back, I want it to be on my terms.