"I know, I just-- that's the problem." He follows Henry onto the couch, settling over him almost protectively, hands on his shoulders. "There wasn't anything to do about it, it just... happened, it was going to happen no matter what, and I thought-- I really did think you weren't coming back. That you were gone and there wasn't anything either of us could have done."

He's said some of it already, but getting that all out at once- it helps, a little. Ryan exhales a heavy breath, leaning closer to rest his head against him as he finishes, "I just don't ever want to feel that helpless about it again."