The minute his butt hits the couch, he knows he's not moving any time soon. Much as he hates feeling like a ten ton sack of crud after overexerting himself, Don's here, everyone's on the mend, and life just ain't as bad as it could be.

Taking slow sips from his water glass, he smiles crookedly at Mike's antics, chiming in an "I'm good." even as the words burn the back of his throat.

His teacup's still full and balanced on the arm of the couch. For now, water's all he needs, and if Donnie thinks he's gonna force that putrid stuff on him, he's got another thing coming.