Ryan is every bit as content with it-- sure, there's some want there, he can probably feel as much with the way they're pressed close, but he's not too eager to push things anywhere else. This is just comfortable, it feels right, and it's sorely needed after those days on the other side. He doesn't even bother making a move to start tugging at Henry's shirt, like he'd usually be doing by now; that doesn't matter, nothing matters but that warmth and the security in it.

When he needs to pause he doesn't go far, murmuring another breathless little "Love you," partly just for the sound of it.