At least the rain is an easy thing to register. It's cold, it's wet. Leo's hand is real enough too, and Donnie lets himself get tugged along, not even trying to keep track of which way they're going anymore.

"..." He hadn't expected Leo to say anything and he wasn't really wanting to ask, but when his brother breaks the silence, Donnie can't very well just...not say anything, right? He lifts his head, looking ahead at Leo and feeling guilty for reasons he's not even sure he knows why.

"But you still hate him." He'd been able to glean that much off of observing Leo the moment Tony had shown up.