[His little smile stretches into something warmer, there-- John wants to be here, likes his company too, likes having some kind of living contact, and Ryan won't deny it's always good to feel... maybe not needed, exactly. He wouldn't call it that. But he can provide something no one else could.
John's touch makes him a little bolder; it's nice, having a bit of his hair played with, but he wants more now that he's finally getting the affectionate contact out of John that he's been craving since-- before they met, honestly. Ryan nudges into his hand, reaches up to pull it into place and encourage John to do more than just toy with that curl.]
...you're warm.
[It's one of those moments where his train of thought has skipped right ahead, leaving him backtracking.]
I mean... it's different with you too. You're-- you're still more alive than most, you know? You haven't let it touch you so much, it's... I forget it, sometimes. That you're not physically alive.
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John's touch makes him a little bolder; it's nice, having a bit of his hair played with, but he wants more now that he's finally getting the affectionate contact out of John that he's been craving since-- before they met, honestly. Ryan nudges into his hand, reaches up to pull it into place and encourage John to do more than just toy with that curl.]
...you're warm.
[It's one of those moments where his train of thought has skipped right ahead, leaving him backtracking.]
I mean... it's different with you too. You're-- you're still more alive than most, you know? You haven't let it touch you so much, it's... I forget it, sometimes. That you're not physically alive.