[The way he tenses doesn't go unnoticed-- and he'll find it matched as Ryan listens, finding one of Noh-Varr's hands and covering it with his own in a silent, empathetic gesture. Much as he hopes that it's an experience very few others share, it's... nice to know he's not alone in it, in all honesty. People like to think of possession as the sort of thing you're not aware of, and he likes to just let them.

When Noh's finished, Ryan shifts slightly in his arms, the need to stay covered forgotten as he turns to the side so that he can slide an arm around him in return. Clearly he's used to being a bit of a human pretzel, given how much taller he tends to be-- when he rests his head on the Kree's shoulder, nudges affectionately up against the curve of his neck, it's an easy shift despite the bit of awkwardness involved in making it work.]

...much as I'd rather you didn't understand, I'm- kind of glad somebody does. It's bad enough to deal with, but having to try to explain some parts of that-- you know what I mean. I'm sorry you do.

[The rest-- the rest comes out before he can really reconsider.]

It's how I died, that last time. Something using me to get through from the other side. Kind of the equivalent of forcing the door off the hinges when someone won't unlock it for you.