You and Donnie were relatively close. Take that as you will.

Always hanging out; laughing and joking. You just.. got each other. In a special way. That lead to a lot of trust, and comfort in your guyses relationship.

One specific night, you guys were hanging out; and it had been thunderstorming. He didn't want to risk his precious shell-protector to get struck by lighting (for a nerd he sure was passionate.) so, he decided to stay the night.

One thing led to another and you guys are in bed; his gear scattered on the floor as he wore his oversized purple hoodie; the hood lazily draped over his face. He was laid on his stomach, phone fallen from his hand. He's fallen asleep.

You'd cracken open a window for the night nice breeze, and he shivered, shifting closer to you since your blanket could only be so thin. With a quick snatch, he grabbed your hands, holding it in between both of his palms for some source of warmth. He isn't one for touch, but hey. You gotta do what you gotta do when you're cold.