Unsurprisingly, Brendon did not seem at all pleased with the fact that Ryan found all of this more than a little amusing, after his initial disbelief and irritation. He supposed, even if smiling was harmless, that it meant something completely different to Brendon. Brendon, who had taken maybe a handful of hours apart from Ryan to heart, as if he'd been completely deserted on purpose. Of course Brendon would think his amusement was entirely disrespectful laughter at his expense - and it [i]kind of[/i] was, technically, but not in a bad way, necessarily. As much as he'd tried to convince himself before not to let the adoring thoughts take over, he naturally thought Brendon's half-assed arguments and weak excuses were so basic that it was almost... he wasn't sure. Cute? Apparently anything Brendon did could be twisted that way. Maybe if Brendon could just read his thoughts, then, he'd never have any worries about a lack of attention.

On any other day, Ryan's ingrained 'control freak' nature and self-righteousness might have taken hold already and he'd have already scared Brendon off; or he'd be in the position he was now, without any of the considerations he only recently began taking in. Like, maybe he should be giving Brendon some leeway, since he couldn't [i]help[/i] blowing things out of proportion sometimes. Ryan should understand, considering he did it constantly, just in radically different situations (and perhaps that's why he didn't connect their likeness at first). What was funny to him was easily something that could ruin the entire tour for Brendon. Ryan was no good at apologies, so he may as well stop what was happening in its tracks before it got worse. It was already pretty awful, though, because Brendon was quiet and flat as ever compared to his usual self once Ryan had started cracking up at the situation.

He asked outright - and kind of condescendingly, whoops - what exactly he should do to reverse the circumstances. Brendon didn't take well to that either. [i]I don’t know, fuck off?[/i] Ryan's countenace turned slightly exasperated despite his resolve to himself to practice more patience with his characteristically fiery husband. He opened his mouth as if to respond to that, sharply or otherwise, and instead moved on to further questions. [i]A new roommate.[/i] He was serious. Ryan followed him closely when he moved away, worry growing on him. He would be glad to let Brendon have some kind of space or another resolve to cool down, but if it could even possibly lead to him permanently leaving until they went to their next show, he'd do whatever he could to stop it. Knowing he'd upset Brendon that much would probably ruin his mood for, like, a week. And rooming up with the others always sucked in comparison - he ended up thinking about who could be in the bed next to him (or stuffed into the twin-sized bed with him) every time without fail. Even so, every time he opened his mouth he made the situation worse, so he clamped it shut, just watching Brendon continue for the time being.

[i]I can tell you think this is funny, and whatever. Maybe I am selfish- childish- arrogant- whatever you think of me.[/i] No, it definitely wasn't funny anymore, because the way Brendon sounded literally pained him. Having lost his amused expression a long time ago, Ryan's eyebrows knotted together, genuine concern crossing his face instead. [i]But you hurt my feelings today and you don’t care. So fuck you.[/i] [b]"Brendon,"[/b] he protested quickly, but he was already moving away towards their connected bathroom. Shit. Ryan followed after him again, figuring he'd probably just get pushed away if he tried to grab his arm or something - not that Brendon was really strong enough, but it's not like Ryan was going to physically force him with a vice grip to stay in the room. He was a little ridiculous sometimes but Ryan respected his free will, and right now he had to fix the resolve Brendon had made to just change rooms so that he didn't have to watch helplessly as it happened.

The door closed right in front of his face and Ryan paused, hesitant, before tentatively placing his fingertips on the doorhandle. Talking through the door would just make it easier for Brendon to ignore him, probably. Ryan considered his options for a moment longer before finally stepping through, blinking at the new lighting and facing away from the oversized reflective mirror so it didn't distract his periphery as much. Thank god Brendon didn't lock him out (or just didn't get the chance to). [b]"Brendon, baby, listen,"[/b] he said more delicately, navigating the suite until he could get in front of Brendon and press a hand to his chest as if to stop him in his tracks. [b]"I'm sorry. You're not selfish, you're not childish, you're not arrogant, none of that. It's mostly funny that... I had to keep convincing myself to stay upset. You're -"[/b] 'Cute when you're yelling at me for not kissing you in a timely manner'? That probably wouldn't go over well. [b]"...you're hard to stay mad at, basically."[/b]

He took his hand away, curled it back into his own and wrung them together at his waist a little sheepishly. [b]"I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt your feelings or seem like I was ignoring you, earlier."[/b] He wasn't sure that he actually meant to apologise for the apparent attention deprivation that Brendon initially had a grievance about, but what he really did want to apologise for - not acknowledging and taking seriously the fact that Brendon's brain made everything 10x more emotionally jarring - seemed kind of mean to bring up when Brendon hadn't done it first himself. So he let it be. [b]"You're not really getting a new roommate, are you? I thought I might eventually make up for my distractedness today and that'll be hard if you're shacking up with someone else."[/b]