[Ryan stares at the juice box for a second and then accepts the silent compromise. He sets his cake aside too, so he can poke the straw through and take a small sip.]
I'm alright.
[He's full of shit, but he's historically terrible about talking about his own problems. It's something he always winds up working his way up to, as though he isn't sure anyone else could handle the weight he's gotten used to carrying.
But he knows Min knows. He hasn't been hiding it well at all, or maybe with time Min-Gi's just gotten better at seeing it. He sighs.]
I've definitely had worse gigs. I...thought it was gonna be worse.
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I'm alright.
[He's full of shit, but he's historically terrible about talking about his own problems. It's something he always winds up working his way up to, as though he isn't sure anyone else could handle the weight he's gotten used to carrying.
But he knows Min knows. He hasn't been hiding it well at all, or maybe with time Min-Gi's just gotten better at seeing it. He sighs.]
I've definitely had worse gigs. I...thought it was gonna be worse.
[But it wasn't! So he should be fine now!]