"....that's not a disagreement," Donnie said, slumping a bit. It sounded...strange, like Tony was reading off a teleprompter.

"I miss when we'd do things together. I thought you enjoyed it too. It was cool to finally have some sort of father-figure who actually understood and took interest in the same things. But I guess that was all just me."

He rubbed at his arm, glancing away before he decided to turn back towards the door.