[He deals with death all the time and yet sometimes, he's just not sure what to say. Sure, it's easy with strangers, people he doesn't feel particularly attached to-- but beyond that, it starts to feel like offering sympathy is just unnecessary platitudes. It's not enough, it's what they could get from anyone.

His hand slips back down after a moment, fingers trailing over Noh's neck and down his spine, finally settling at the small of his back. Ryan is generally restless at best, and this isn't too different.]

It's not gonna happen again. [Not the firm assertion it might be from someone else. Coming from Ryan, it's a quiet promise.] And I'll keep an extra eye out for them, if you want. I mean- I try to, for everybody, but-- fuck, you know what I mean.