[Ryan takes that opportunity without a second thought- leaning into him is comfortable, having his arms around him even more so, and he breathes out a content little sigh as he settles.]

I have, yeah- used to do it a lot, with the ones that lived with me. That I trusted. Couple of them missed having bodies, being able to actually interact with things, and-- well, and I hated running errands, it worked out.

[There's an amused touch to his tone, though it quickly fades when he continues.]

It's like-- being stuck in your own head. Seeing everything through your own eyes, like always, only you can't do anything, you don't have any control... you're just sort of a passenger, I guess. Never minded it much when I allowed it, I'd kind of tune out for a while, but when you don't allow it--

[No further explanation needed, really. It's more than a little terrifying.]