His glasses are crooked as he wipes at his eyes with a sleeve, but he looks up at the tissues before grabbing the pack, giving it a few experimental squishes before he very carefully pulls a tissue from it. He's still sniffling a little, but at Accelerator's inquiry, Donnie nods, even as he wipes his face.

It feels better getting that out but he's still pretty tired out from that sudden bit of excitement on top of everything else, so as the esper makes his way towards the bench, Donnie's leaning his head on him again. At least he knows he's safe.