Ryan didn’t blame Eric for not liking to feel weak. “Very well,” An understanding nod was given. “There’s no need to apologize. If I was in your position, I know I sure as hell wouldn’t want to be sitting around either. If you ask me, waiting for a wound to heal is almost like watching paint dry.” He knew he sure as hell hated feeling weak, and didn’t like it when people had to help him. Feeling helpless and weak was not something that was very enjoyable. Showing weakness, feeling weak, was a sign of incompetence in the eyes of a lot of people, not to mention it did drive one stir crazy just sitting around with an injury. Whenever he would get into a fight and get injured, while recovering, he usually liked to be alone. His men were helpful enough but doing things himself was always something he preferred.<br/><br/>After a few minutes of silence passed, Ryan suddenly said, without thinking, “We could do something to pass the time. Sitting here like this is starting to drive me crazy.” He shrugged, grinning a little. What he meant by that, well, it’s safe to say that he knew exactly what he wanted to mean by that. Not the time or place, he had to tell himself over and over. He looked at the ground for a moment, “You know... I never worked much with electronics while I was in the military. It was usually just navigation stuff, and, well the occasional breaking and entering. Sometimes an interrogation.” It was difficult to keep himself suppressed being so close to Eric once again but he was going to try to behave. Well, at least for now anyway. Perhaps a simple conversation would help. If Ryan could keep his hands to himself and stay focused.