Closing his eyes he thought things through as Ryan spoke. There really wasnâ€™t a lot to go on. The more he listened the more he regretted bringing it up when he was tired. He couldnâ€™t think and his emotions were starting to pull through more and more. Letting out a long breath he leaned back and relaxed a bit. His side ached and he grumbled a few curse words when he felt a pang run through his body. After the pain passed he said. â€œI think so. I am going to have to sleep on it to be sure but something is bothering me about this. I canâ€™t put my finger on it exactly but I know it is something important.â€ It was probably best to drop it all. He was to tired to think straight and his emotions were fighting for control.<br/><br/>There were times when he was sleep deprived he lost a little control, it didnâ€™t happen very often but enough to worry him. When he drank it was the exact opposite despite the fact heâ€™d heard that sleep deprivation was pretty much like being drunk. Nothing about that had he believed till heâ€™d seen one of his, few, friends. Thinking back on it all heâ€™d wondered why his sleep deprivation and drinking were so different, perhaps they werenâ€™t. Pushing it all back he looked at Ryan, painfully aware of now shirtless he was now and felt his face flush a bit.<br/><br/>The talk about Thomas had dulled the feelings just a little but the sheer closeness he was sitting to Ryan was enough to push anything important away. Heâ€™d missed this feeling and it was nice to be with Ryan alone again. He never let himself go and a part of him wanted to, despite the injuries. A small smile touched his lips at the thought of just letting loose but he knew Ryan wouldnâ€™t let him. It was probably one of the many things Eric liked about him. He knew when to stop despite his own feelings.<br/><br/>Turning his head to face Ryan he smiled and felt his eyelids droop slightly and before he knew it he was lying against him. He had not meant to and it surprised him how readily he cracked his armor a bit. In the back of his mind he was screaming at himself but the fog of pain and the need to sleep had overrun his normal senses. Being this close had begun to thwart the sleep bug and his face became a little redder in shade. He wanted to feel the way he had when they were alone the first time, and the other time they were alone on the ship. A part of  his brain wondered if Ryan could tell that.