"Hey," Donnie said, his voice dripping with a strange sort of friendliness, an attempt to mask the unsettling stillness about him. He ambled over, a slight smile plastered on his face, but his eyes—those violent blue eyes—revealed nothing, devoid of the warmth that typically accompanied a grin. "How’ve you been?" he asked, sliding onto the bench beside his classmate with an ease that felt almost deliberate. Clad in a loose hoodie and worn jeans, he looked just like any other kid.