And Ryan just stares, toast slipping out of his hand and falling onto the countertop while he tries to process that. A couple times he opens his mouth to say something, changes his mind, tries again--

"I thought you said you hadn't been with anyone else."

It sounds just a bit hurt- not that he'd have minded not really being the first, if he'd known, but that's an awfully big thing not to tell your-- ...partner, he guesses, he still stumbles over the right word even in thought. And it makes sense now that he thinks about it, shouldn't he have asked why they had the same hair color? White can't be that common.