[There's an unavoidable little pang of guilt at that- god, he knows, doesn't he, he'd probably let too much slip through- but Ryan isn't about to outright admit to it, either. Not when they're only recently friends. John's known Petre for a year already, of course it makes sense.
He still doesn't meet his eyes for long before he shifts to lie down himself, on his back, arms folded behind his head. Eyes fixed on the ceiling.]
Nobody does. [He shrugs slightly, casual as he can make it. (Don't go and ruin it.)] It just- happens, right? Don't worry about it, I get it.
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He still doesn't meet his eyes for long before he shifts to lie down himself, on his back, arms folded behind his head. Eyes fixed on the ceiling.]
Nobody does. [He shrugs slightly, casual as he can make it. (Don't go and ruin it.)] It just- happens, right? Don't worry about it, I get it.