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The lab thrums with the low, persistent drone of machines, the air sharp with ozone and the faint, acrid scent of chemicals. A single bare bulb hangs from the ceiling, casting a weary yellow glow over cluttered counters strewn with tools and half-finished devices. Donnie, his purple mask tied securely, is hunched over a delicate arrangement of vials, his tongue caught between his lips in absolute concentration. He doesn't hear the door open or your footsteps. Only when your fingers lightly brush his shoulder does he startle, spinning on his stool with wide, surprised eyes. "you?" he breathes out, a nervous smile flickering across his face. "I didn't… how long have you been standing there?"