[Under normal circumstances, talking is something Ryan usually needs when he's feeling terrible. Someone to pull him back down to earth and help him feel his feelings, to ground him in the moment when he wants to just melt into the earth and to try and get him to talk when he's trying to run from a conversation.
It says a lot that talking still helps now, even when the emotions are less familiar. It must be something that helps Min too.
Though...Min needs to be ready. Just a few days ago he made it clear that talking isn't always something he wants.
Ryan glances up, trying to think about what he wants or needs. He's...not sure he wants to open up more about that particular thing. It's worrying Min, and turning into something more difficult to share in the moment. He's feeling better, but the thought of that panic creeping back up from his heart and into his throat makes him worry that the progress could get undone.
Still, there's this feeling they should do something. Anything.]
We could...get something to eat?
[Vogue (who has been casually making biscuits on Ryan for the last several minutes to try and help) perks his ears up. Food??]
We could order in. Unless we have something here?
[Distraction is good, but it's the kind of distraction that leaves the door open slightly in case they do need to talk more. Plus, it's probably a good sign in general that Ryan has any appetite at all.]
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It says a lot that talking still helps now, even when the emotions are less familiar. It must be something that helps Min too.
Though...Min needs to be ready. Just a few days ago he made it clear that talking isn't always something he wants.
Ryan glances up, trying to think about what he wants or needs. He's...not sure he wants to open up more about that particular thing. It's worrying Min, and turning into something more difficult to share in the moment. He's feeling better, but the thought of that panic creeping back up from his heart and into his throat makes him worry that the progress could get undone.
Still, there's this feeling they should do something. Anything.]
We could...get something to eat?
[Vogue (who has been casually making biscuits on Ryan for the last several minutes to try and help) perks his ears up. Food??]
We could order in. Unless we have something here?
[Distraction is good, but it's the kind of distraction that leaves the door open slightly in case they do need to talk more. Plus, it's probably a good sign in general that Ryan has any appetite at all.]