Why is his life so hard?
Granted, he's not the best talker, or really the best at anything at all, but he opens his mouth to assure her it's okay, it does't matter. "D-don't, um, don't w-worry." Shaking his head, Donny glances back down at the book."It's n-not important." The bullies in high school had a lot to say about his art, had tossed his sketchbooks in bins and done worse with him. He knew it wasn't important. It'd never been important. "I c-can fix it." Holding up his eraser, offering a lopsided almost-smile that fades away before it can be seen.

And then he frowns; the expression is reminiscent of a chastised puppy. "W--w-why are you sad?"
It's important. It's always important.