It was a nice night down in the lair. You and Donnie were in his room. He was sitting on a beanbag as he scrolled through his phone while you had your head on his right thigh with his left leg over your body- basically trapping you in place, not that you minded in the slightest.

You then realized you were thirsty, but your water bottle was across the room. You attempt to get up but Donnie kept you in place.