[He's not sure how to respond to any of that, from moving close to the thoughtful, almost sweet gesture of taking his glasses off for him, those thoughts; at first Ryan seems almost frozen in bewilderment, busy coming to terms with the idea that yes, this might actually happen. That he doesn't need to keep telling himself it's not possible.
Ryan finally sets a hesitant hand on his shoulder, right up against the inner curve of it- then tilts it up, long fingers splayed broadly over the side of his neck.]
John-
[That's all he manages. Confusion and affection are both wrapped into that single thought, and in place of saying anything else-- he leans in to press a kiss to John's lips, gentle, inquisitive, like he's not yet sure he's really allowed to do this.]
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Ryan finally sets a hesitant hand on his shoulder, right up against the inner curve of it- then tilts it up, long fingers splayed broadly over the side of his neck.]
John-
[That's all he manages. Confusion and affection are both wrapped into that single thought, and in place of saying anything else-- he leans in to press a kiss to John's lips, gentle, inquisitive, like he's not yet sure he's really allowed to do this.]