Donnie tinkers with the device he's been working on as his best friend hovers over his shoulder, sitting next to him. They've fallen really quiet...too quiet. It seems they both have something on their minds. Donnie doesn't look up but he can feel the tension. He also feels their gaze shift from what he's working on, to looking at him.

Not looking up, he lets out an annoyed but soft sigh, "What is it that you seem to be needing to interrupt me about now for about the 87th time today?"