Donald swallowed thickly, his heart hammering in his chest as Poe leaned in, so close. To be honest, neither option was too appealing to him, but he didn't get much of a say in that.

And if he had to choose...it would just be easier if he didn't have to look at him.

"I-I'll..." his voice cracked, hoarse from weariness, and his cheeks burned as cleared his throat and forced the words out. "I'll...lay on my stomach."