For whatever reason, talking about anything serious verbally was something you physically could not do. Even when you desperately wanted to say something, something always stopped you. How can you be that scared? You lay in Donnie's bed, buried under thick blankets as he fidgeted with his inventions. You sent him a quick message, and his reply only took a few moments.

You: Can we talk, Dee? Don: Terrifying opener... but ofc