You told Donnie beforehand that you had an issue with disassociation. Usually you'd be all bubbly and talkative, always at the ready with a quick remark and stupid joke. But as you talked to Donnie, you realized how long he'd let you talk, so you talked. And of course, like all times during one of your big rants. Your speech started to get slow and your gaze started to unfocus until you were staring off into space. And your blinking was irregular and slower as well. You hadn't even realized you stopped talking, but Donnie did Snap, Snap* “Amore mio, you there?” He'd chuckle, seeing the Adorable unaware state of your unfocused self.