Brendon was an excellent actor, but some of his habits Ryan was far too used to to overlook. For example, the way he acted whenever Ryan had some unexplainably powerful effect over him - he had to look away reluctantly, something in his face that just bordered on non-neutrality when he was trying to hide his fondness. Ryan had [i]no[/i] idea where it came from this time, because he really hadn’t done much thus far other than accidentally hurt his feelings right after making him feel neglected all day, but he tilted his head interestedly nonetheless when he detected the most subtle signals from Brendon that something had changed. Maybe they were a little more equal than he thought on how easy they were. Ryan had always assumed he was the only one who tended to be unable to even look at Brendon when he wanted to stay upset with him or level on some serious subject - otherwise he’d veer away from the topic and just start thinking about how he looked, how he moved, how there was totally no point in being angry with someone so objectively perfect... it wasn’t necessarily [i]healthy[/i] but he’d been working on the issue, so. In any case his Brendon favoritism, so to speak, had kind of not gone away at all, and he’d already succumbed to it moments ago; now he had to wait for the same to be returned it seemed. 

Whatever he could do to emphasize his effect, Ryan would try at. He straightened a little, squared his shoulders, stood at an angle where his hips jutted before the rest of him sharply - all under the guise of him adjusting his stance. There. Maybe a confident countenance had something to do with it. [i]Yeah, uh. Sweating like hell. It’s these damn pants.[/i] Ryan looked confused, wondering what exactly the relevance was, there, and then promptly turned to looking stupefied while Brendon began preparing to remove said pants. His pointed glance at the door was kind of funny considering he had no issue undressing fully with no prior warning onstage and now he had to give Ryan a moment’s notice - anyway. Ryan’s mouth was already dry from even the slightest suggestive notion from Brendon, which appeared to be completely unintentional and wasn’t even accompanied by very flattering words. They were probably even, then. Ryan hurried up and tried to secure his place in staying here to join Brendon, otherwise his pissed off mood would just live on a little longer and Ryan would be exponentially less likely to make up for his mistakes. He worried that the more Brendon dwelled on how dumb and often inconsiderate his husband was, he may just change his mind in staying again. And then the bad blood would be there the next morning. Probably dramatic speculation, but, Ryan had plenty reason to be careful.

Ryan quickly made his offer as soon as Brendon’s belt clattered on the floor, hurried to avoid the temptation to drop his gaze and hold it at Brendon’s waist. Brendon appeared a little swayed by the idea, his posture loosening, and Ryan’s expression turned less dumbly lustful to more relieved and hopeful. [i]You sure?[/i] He nodded, rushed, and welcomed Brendon moving closer with a gentle hand at his waist. [b]”I’m sure,”[/b] he said seriously, his other hand tentatively curling around Brendon to splay against the small of his back. It was like a goddamn surgical procedure, how careful he was being. [i]We can just wait til after I shower, and-[/i] And what? Ryan quickly tried to close the silence, knowing some gear in his head must’ve set in motion. [b]”No, I’m sure. Just, you believe me, right? I was never being an asshole on purpose. I really am sorry, baby.”[/b] Still not sure whether Brendon would, like, duck away to dodge a real kiss or not, Ryan painstakingly placed a kiss on his forehead, apologetic. [b]”And I think I prefer my days mostly revolving around you like they usually do. Life’s kinda lackluster otherwise.”[/b] It was honesty but he wasn’t really sure how vulnerable and corny he wanted to be, so Ryan let laughter touch his voice somewhat, taking the edge off.

His grin lasted a second at most before his eyes dropped to follow Brendon’s hand, landing on his zipper and apparently waiting for something. Ryan sucked in a rough breath, trying not to overreact for once ‘cause they were [i]married[/i] for fuck’s sake, anyone else would be unfazed by most anything their partner had to offer at this point. They were both kinda ridiculous that way. Definitely unsure of himself but adamant to hide it, Ryan let the hand at Brendon’s waist drift over, landing instead on top of the hand Brendon held by his zipper as if he was going to help the process along himself. He hooked a finger in Brendon’s waistband, using the vantage point to pull him closer. [b]”Like I said- I won’t, if you’re mad. Still feel like I’m ignoring you?”[/b] He definitely wasn’t laughing anymore, looking dead serious about his inquiry as if it wasn’t relatively easy to guess where they both stood now. Anyway, Ryan tried to never rely on Brendon being predictable.