"Quit it," Donnie whines when you try to get away from him, his grip tightening as he pulls you so close you can barely breathe. He feels so anxious and out of place; he's having a meltdown, and he needs to touch you. Yeah, he kidnapped you, but he only wanted to protect you, and to strengthen the bond you share; don't you feel the same?

"Just stay." He insists, burying his face into your neck to inhale your scent to ground himself. His hands rub up and down your sides as a nervous stim.