Leo's hardly the only one stalling to move. Donnie's not sure his own appendages will cooperate, but he's not looking forward to trying, even if it is uncomfortably cold. The wet would be easier to put up with if it weren't for the dismal temperature.

At least they have a plan. Kind of. A decision, anyway.

"Yeah... Or he'd just toss us over either shoulder..." He looks down, trying not to let himself slip too far into that ever lurking ache of homesickness.