[ The comfort found in sharing is mutual, then. Noh-Varr lets Ryan turn, saying nothing when the sharp angles of the other man's body dig into him. It pays off when Ryan tucks his head into the crook of his neck. From this angle, with Ryan's chest half-facing him, he can see that the t-shirt is being held up, as if to preserve some modesty. But Ryan doesn't have breasts, which are typically hidden by human girls; is there another tattoo there that Ryan is trying to hide? Noh-Varr doesn't press, instead dropping a kiss against the human's hair. ]

I'm sorry as well. [ He doesn't quite get the analogy Ryan is attempting to make, with the door flying off its hinges, so he tries to clarify: ] It is physically painful for you, possession, or was it only in that specific instance? Or do you mean you succumbed to overwhelming psychic pain?