Doing crimes would require thinking, and while maybe some mindless destruction would have been therapeutic, it hadn't really come to mind. Donnie hadn't wanted to be productive. He just needed to be out and away from things, for all the good that did.

"Figured as much," he mumbles, cradling his head in his arms. Not that he hadn't known. He just hadn't been paying attention, but saying as much just kind of reiterates his earlier statement of being stupid.