[There's no response for another few moments, but then he abruptly relaxes-- the needle falls from his fingers, the muscles in his arms going slack briefly before he blinks awake, bleary and confused. Ryan's not really registering much just yet besides his presence and the fact that his wrist hurts, and he winces, reflexively trying to pull it away.]
...Henry? What...
[And then he looks at it, eyes instantly going wide and flicking back to Henry's face. I'll just have to wait til you fall asleep, was it?]
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...Henry? What...
[And then he looks at it, eyes instantly going wide and flicking back to Henry's face. I'll just have to wait til you fall asleep, was it?]
--What the hell?