He'd really hoped to wait until after eating for that to come up-- but okay, it had to happen sometime, and he just hopes he's hungry enough that he can manage some toast after this.

Ryan keeps his focus on the food while he talks, concentrating carefully on spreading the peanut butter. Things to do with his hands always help. "...your head sort of-- burst," he murmurs, hesitantly. "I know you said you only felt a little pain but before that you were-- it sounded like it was awful, you were screaming and- and you clawed your own eye out and then it stopped and I thought you were okay but--"

He stops to draw in a shaky breath. "But then that happened," he finishes, a bit weakly. "S'where all the blood came from."