[He's had his eyes mostly averted, the way John watches him doesn't quite get caught-- but that near-wince of an expression does, even if he isn't sure what to do with it.
Or with the words, either. Ryan understands what he's saying, but taking reassurance rather than giving it is wholly unfamiliar. In the end, he decides not to try to force it, and finally lets his arm drop from the back of the couch to fold onto John's shoulder instead. Long, delicate fingers stroke tentatively over his hair, not quite running through it like he wants-- seeing how the touch is taken, first.]
...I'm okay with what I have. At least I've got something I can do with it.
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Or with the words, either. Ryan understands what he's saying, but taking reassurance rather than giving it is wholly unfamiliar. In the end, he decides not to try to force it, and finally lets his arm drop from the back of the couch to fold onto John's shoulder instead. Long, delicate fingers stroke tentatively over his hair, not quite running through it like he wants-- seeing how the touch is taken, first.]
...I'm okay with what I have. At least I've got something I can do with it.