It was little better than sitting by himself, that was for sure. Donnie shivered slightly, tucking against Tony as though to absorb whatever warmth he could. Unfortunately it wasn't doing much to dissuade him from wanting to just nap, but the lingering threats kept his attention just enough. He watched as the entryway became less cluttered with moving, flapping bodies, but the only thing suggesting that he wasn't merely imagining movement beyond was the heartbeat that was definitely drumming faster than his own. It helped pick his own pace up a bit, his eyes widening.

Bigger than the bat things, not quite the same as...Seymour. Donnie moved his head a little, trying to get feeling back in his limbs.