[He waits patiently for whatever decision Ryan comes to. If he says anything that might influence him, and that's not what Min wants to do here. Though when he brings up food he almost wonders if he somehow might have anyway. Ryan is usually a nightmare to convince to eat when he's not feeling good about something. Bringing food up of his own volition (twice if they count his earlier freak out earlier) is practically unheard of.

Then again, Ryan's said himself he's not used to feeling anxious like this, and Min knows first hand how much energy it can end up burning. Maybe he's starting to feel it now he's a little more himself.]

We can order in. Stay here. I'm just grabbing the menus. I promise I'm not really going anywhere.

[They could order something on the Gears easily, but fascinating as Min-Gi finds the idea he can't quite bring himself to trust it. He'd rather phone and have it delivered, or go and collect it himself on some occasions. Not that he plans on doing that today. It seems better if they both stay right here for now.

He looses Ryan's hands after one more reassuring squeeze, scooping up Strut under one arm and hastily moving the short distance to the drawer where he's stashed the takeout menus he's collected so far for Lavender. He doesn't want to leave Ryan for long now he understands what's going on with him, and wastes no time returning to him with the menus in his free hand.]

What do you feel like? We can get whatever you want.