[It's not a type of contact Ryan's used to either, and it takes him a moment to actually relax. One arm drapes over the back of the couch, the other on the armrest; John may be making himself comfortable, and he may kind of want to settle a hand in his hair, but he's too uncertain to do it yet.]

You guys aren't that different from living people, you know. Besides, being out messes with me more.

[His tone says it's meant to be joking; his expression, if John's looking, says this is not a comfortable subject. He continues, though.]

...being the same is kind of the problem. Y'know how I can touch you? I don't-- there's literally no difference for me. You look alive. Unless they happen to walk through something I can't tell who out there is living and who isn't.