"Not all the time," Donnie says, shrugging a little and glad that the helmet hides his wince from the movement. "...but I get it. You don't gain a rep like that otherwise."

He fingers the cuff of a sleeve, anxious as the quiet comes tumbling back all too eagerly between their words.

"...you mad at me?" He has to ask. He'd be mad at him- he is mad at himself.