[Ryan lets Min tug his hands and gently pull him back on course. It's okay, because Min definitely does seem okay. Most of his worry is retroactive, a kneejerk response to realizing he had been imagining this wrong all along - that maybe Min suffered more than Ryan ever understood.

He shakes his head, softly.]

No, it's okay. I haven't been acting like myself. And I promise, I'm not usually freaking out about this. I don't want you like, worrying about me every time we're apart. ...Sometimes bad thoughts cross my mind? Like that you might get sick of me, or that I might wind up by myself again, or...something. But that's all they are. I know that I won't, and I know you won't. ...You're always there for me too, even when I don't know I need it yet.

[Sometimes he just gets an intrusive thought, and he has to tell his brain to shut the fuck up because Min obviously isn't going anywhere. Even when he loses his mind to weird magic pancakes, of all things. Just the fact that he can talk a little more calmly about it show he's already starting to feel better.]

...I'm trying to think of how to describe how it feels. I've, um. I've never had to think about it before?

[But he wants to. Min should know, so he knows what he's weighing this against in his head, but he can't if he can't put it to words.]

But...hey, maybe your way's the normal one? I could be the weirdo here.