So far as Donnie could figure, it seemed the best analysis of the situation. Things had seemed- had been fine. And there had been ups and downs, but things always smoothed out after, so he had no idea why it hadn't just bounced back like before.

"So helping me when we were stuck in that weird reverse dimension was a lie? Or making me rocket boots so I could get around when the world was burning up? Helping me build a battle shell to protect me? You weren't even going to let me go back out into the zombie hordes. I know I'm bad about reading people, I'm not like Leo, but if me thinking you cared was all actually a lie then I don't know what to believe anymore."

He held his breath, trying to will away that annoying prickly dampness in his eyes.

"But then, maybe I want to believe that lie."