Donnie was never very touchy, you were usually his exception unless it was an autistic meltdown. But recently he's had an obsession break, wanting to be closer to you and more loving with you. Maybe the colder weather got him sweeter. The problem was that he never knew how to ask, and hoped you, oblivious you, would rely on his signs “Hey, Honeypot. Can you come look at this? Preferably very up close and personal?”