His brother grasps his hand, and Donnie holds back on, tightly. He doesn't know where they're going either, but so long as Leo's here, he doesn't care, so long as it's somewhere else.

He doesn't have any particularly high hopes about finding somewhere actually safe in all this, but away from monsters and thorns and things that just want to make them hurt and bleed, that'll be enough for now.

It's difficult trying to keep pace on strange feet, and he nearly falls at times, fighting past the pain. Does Leo hurt? Donnie's eyes keep drifting towards those injuries, swallowing a gasp at the gaping, ever widening crack in his brother's shell.