While Eric spoke, Ryan had cast a glance over his shoulder, towards the stairs, wondering for a moment if Kat might come back down. Part of him was almost expecting it yet nothing happened so he turned his attention to Eric and grinned. â€œKat isnâ€™t your mother,â€ he said with a chuckle. â€œI will agree with you, however, Iâ€™m just as surprised that she didnâ€™t say anything about it. Maybe she really was that tired.â€ He really was alone with him again. Maybe they were not completely alone like they were last time, they had company, but it was enough to suffice nonetheless and he was not going to complain. It was a good feeling, he wouldnâ€™t lie about that, but he wished that there wasnâ€™t work involved. He wished Eric wasnâ€™t injured either though he did have a better understanding than Kat did and wasnâ€™t upset with him at all.<br/><br/>It was just that he didnâ€™t like seeing him like this, and he wanted him to be well rested and in good shape when they left in the morning. But he wasnâ€™t about to tell him to rest. Hell, he wasnâ€™t sure he could rest until he got to the bottom of the whole Jack thing. In all honesty he could care less about whatever the military wanted though he couldnâ€™t really say that. He did agree to help; he wasnâ€™t going to go back on his word. Perhaps it was a little selfish but he was going to make the best of it and not screw up like he did last time. He didnâ€™t want to disappoint Eric. When they were back on the ship, he felt he had, and even if that was not the case he was going to make sure that he showed Eric what he was capable of so to speak.<br/><br/>When Eric moved toward the stairs, Ryan immediately followed. He quickly made his move and grabbed Ericâ€™s arm gently when he saw he was about to fall. â€œMaybe itâ€™s better if I help you change your bandages.â€ He took Ericâ€™s arm and put it over his shoulders, taking him back to the couch. â€œYou just stay here and Iâ€™ll be back with something that will fix you right up.â€ He quietly made his way up the stairs, and searched the bathroom to see what might be available. It was just his luck to see a roll of bandages in there, and what looked to be pain relievers. There was some stuff to clean up wounds as well. Ryan might not have been a doctor, actually he was not that good at patching up wounds in general, but, to the best of his ability, he wanted to help in any way he could.<br/><br/>It was against the rules to help him, but he really didnâ€™t give a shit. After he came back down the stairs, he set everything on the table and helped Eric get his shirt off. While he did he was extra careful not to cause him any more pain.<br/><br/>â€œThis isnâ€™t something I do for everyone, you know. You should feel lucky.â€ He said with a bit of a smirk while he made sure the blood on the stitches was cleaned off. As always, he made sure he was careful. â€œIt doesnâ€™t look like youâ€™ll need to head back to the doctor, but weâ€™re going to need to be careful when we head out tomorrow. I think Kat would kill both of us if you had to go back and get new stitches.â€ He was trying to be lighthearted as well but he had a feeling there was some truth behind that. He didnâ€™t want to do anything that would immediately set her off, not that he was implying she was a volatile person. That being said, he wondered if they should get some rest for the night. â€œWhat say you, dear Eric, should we call it a night?â€