Only when he moved, Ryan relaxed. Sort of.<br/>At least his hands were peeled from each other, but he wondered if he could hold them like this or if they would ball into fists again.<br/>Perhaps he should sit down. But he didn't want to leave Damon's side.<br/>Inclining his head, apparently to study the rug he was stood upon, he sighed deeply, a waterfall of raven black hair obscuring his face.<br/><br/>"Why are you here? It can not be to see me. After all, all these months have passed without even a word of you. Or perhaps you truly but wish to speak of my.. 'roses'," he said quietly.<br/><br/><em>'It is good to see you again, old friend,'</em>he though to himself<em>'But have you come here to rip my heart out or for something else?'</em>.<br/>He shook his head lightly and smirked at himself. Perhaps Ryan would injure the man at his side instead. For six months was quiet some time and he had not been sitting idly in this last half of a year.