[His hand tenses noticeably beneath Noh-Varr's, but he doesn't move to push his hand away or to allow him permission to go any further; for the moment, his own remains still.]

I didn't want to let that ruin it. Part of my job was helping spirits communicate if they needed it, I couldn't just- stop, like that. And it helped sort of-- remind me it wasn't always like that, I guess, that the rest of the time it was fine. Took the edge off a little.

[Ryan takes in a slow, steady breath, exhales it in the same way, and then glances up to him with a somewhat uncertain look.]

You probably don't want to know. [He figures Noh can tell what he means, but the little twitch of his fingers clinging to the fabric makes it more clear regardless. It's weird, and he'd been weirded out by finding out about Ryan's sense in the first place.]