[The look Henry gets while he stares is faintly worried; he'd known it wouldn't be taken well, but for a moment he's concerned about just how poorly it seems to have gone over. Ryan's just about to ask if he's alright, try to pull him onto the couch, when Henry finally settles on him and rests there; he breathes out a relieved sigh, arms wrapping around to hold him tight.
And then he abruptly feels teeth sink into his shoulder. The sensation's unexpected enough to startle a gasp out of him, but he quickly relaxes, holding tighter to Henry with a soft, low murmur.]
It's alright, love, I'm alright. It was a couple years ago.
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And then he abruptly feels teeth sink into his shoulder. The sensation's unexpected enough to startle a gasp out of him, but he quickly relaxes, holding tighter to Henry with a soft, low murmur.]
It's alright, love, I'm alright. It was a couple years ago.