Donnie was in bed, working a late night... For the 3rd time... In a row.

He was typing away, sipping his cup of coffee and yawning. He murmured his steps softly. "Alright, so now the 7th variable.. Is now in moral function in room 20..." His laptop was plugged in as you two snuggled in his loft bed. It was maybe 2am and he assumed you were asleep.

You nudged him and urged him to sleep. He rubbed your head. "Yes, uh, I will definitely go to bed as soon as you go back to sleep! Heh, nailed it..." He was a terrible liar...