"Busy, yeah. You know me." He's glad he's behind the fridge at that moment because saying as much makes him grimace. Donnie knows he's been acting anything like normal lately so busy is a definite shift. He hasn't even touched any of his bigger projects, much less thought about them.

"Break sounds good I guess," he says once he re-emerges, a container of leftover takeout in hand. He pops the microwave open to stick it inside, punching in numbers to get it started up.

"Drink?"