Although the usual set of commandments Brendon followed for himself had stopped applying to Ryan long ago, he still often became worried that maybe this time was different, he was going to get run out as soon as Brendon woke up or Brendon would run away himself. He walked a thin cord, balancing carefully between Brendon's rampant mood changes and his exhausting indecisiveness as to whether he was to be an emotional person or completely [i]not,[/i] and Ryan always tried steering him in the direction he'd been going earlier before they'd turned physical. Ryan liked all of it, everything between them, but he did have his preferences. He liked when Brendon said what he was thinking, and when he truly meant it, he liked when he could catch Brendon off guard rather than just earn a smug grin and something like '[i]I know[/i],' he liked everything tender and gentle that came so few and far between with the two of them. Ryan knew it wasn't healthy to treat him like a boyfriend in his head like that, but. He honestly couldn't help it.

So he was careful when he awoke, moving gently and making himself as unintrusive as possible, so that if Brendon did want him to leave or vice versa maybe his softness would change his mind. Evidently, it wasn't necessary; Brendon woke up fairly quickly alongside him, Ryan could tell with the change in pace of his breathing. When he leaned over, too, he could see the slightest, sleepiest smile, and there was a surge through his chest, another dangerous feeling too close to that of a boyfriend. He needed to fix this issue - but he saved it in the back of his mind for now, savoring the serenity of the moment, the way there was no contesting his presence here. First the talk hours before, and now this unrelenting welcome... Ryan was pretty sure he hadn't had a day as good as this one in a very long time. He grinned in amusement down at Brendon's tired figure as he groaned impatiently, eyes opening tentatively. So maybe Ryan was a little inconsiderate, but. He wanted to see him, desperately.

Brendon turned over onto his back, and Ryan watched his hand glide through his hair, so tempted to toy with it along with him. And- temptation was apparently very strong. His hand slid from Brendon's shoulder to his hair, absently curling locks around his fingers, his forearm framing the side of Brendon's face. Brendon appeared to still basically be asleep, barely listening and stretching out at length like a cat. [i]My entire body is done for. I need to go back to sleep.[/i] Ryan arched an eyebrow, smirking knowingly while images from hours previous flashed through his mind. [b]"Is that a compliment? Testament to my ability?"[/b] A little too proud for someone who was probably not as responsible for Brendon's current state as the comfortable couch was. Nevertheless, Ryan held onto it, trailing his hand down from Brendon's hair, to his collarbones, chest, navel. Somehow he instantly had energy, enough to want to map out all of Brendon's skin, though it wasn't all that surprising considering under the circumstances he'd be overenthused regardless.

[i]Greek Gods? Really? If I didn’t think you were gay before...[/i] Ryan grinned right back at him, feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss right where his smile reflected on the corners of his eyes, and of course he followed through, leaning down quickly in a bizarre juxtaposition to Brendon's slow, placid movements. [b]"You had your doubts? I must not be doing well enough."[/b] Evidently he'd woken up cocky - and Brendon kept giving him more reason to be. [i]You tired me out.[/i] Ryan watched him for a moment, tranquil, suppressing any overindulgent thought that threatened to rise to the surface when he saw the easy smile on Brendon's face. The task became harder when Brendon pulled him down, arms looped round his waist, and Ryan's chest was suddenly pressed to his, keeping his chin raised so he could continue watching a very exhausted Brendon attempt to sleep.

[b]"Clearly,"[/b] he said softly, closer to his ear, and sort of silently laughed, drawing his now-tingling arm up to cushion Brendon's head. [b]"Told you I could."[/b] He let his head drop, face nestled close to the crook of Brendon's shoulder, his hand returned to the other side of his head only to brush absently through the hair behind his ear. He shifted a little until he was more half-on top of Brendon, half-fitted along his side, rather than letting his hipbones dig sharply into the poor guy. In fact he was overly careful ensuring all of his points and edges were kept away from him. After a pause trying to sleep but unable to on account of [i]holy hell this is real this is happening,[/i] plus the fact that his arm hurt almost unbearably, Ryan spoke again, voice low against Brendon's jaw. [b]"All the stuff you were saying earlier, about..."[/b] Caring. Fuck. He couldn't get it off his mind. [b]"You meant all of that?"[/b]