Nose scrunching up at the question, Donnie takes in a slow breath before he expels the heaviest of sighs, dropping his head between the pages. "No," comes the muffled admission, his tone managing to inject just enough frustration and dejection at the same time.

He supposes he should work with lighter texts, but truthfully there aren't many (that have caught his interest), and he figures the best way to get ahead is to jump right into the deep end of things. Unfortunately all he seems to steadily reap is a headache for his efforts. With a grumble, Donnie pushes himself up from the book, reluctantly shoving it away like a meal he doesn't want to finish.

"What're you reading?" he asks, glancing over at the shaggy-haired man. Maybe it was more interesting than history.