[He's easy to tug down, as used as he is to that slightly stooped posture to try to hide his height-- and he finds a way to fit against the body close to his own just as easily. Ryan practically melts into place, clearly used to accommodating, with a pleased little murmur.]

...haven't noticed it much, honestly. I lived in a haunted house, I'm used to things making weird noises at night.

[The humor in his tone might fall a bit flat, but he's trying, here.]

And there are a lot of new recruits. Still getting used to them being around the hub, it's more of a distraction than the noise.

[There are a couple others he can feel at this range, but only barely, with how most are out. It's nice to have a familiar presence here instead of strange ones in the background.]