[ there's a brief moment that ryan wonders if the man from hospital security followed him to keep an eye on his antics. this quickly proves itself to be a ridiculous line of thought, for several reasons. any one of these reasons on its own would have been enough to remove the thought, really, but the fact that there's more than one makes him feel absurd. first, he doubted he was at all the most disruptive person to have ever graced the hospital's corridors, no matter how smiley smiley they all are, and far from the kind of person who'd need to be watched. second, this very tall man — he's slender, elegant. not built like an intimidating brick shithouse. ]
Yes I — I know how to open a door, [ he protests, despite the fact that he was not acting as though he did just a second ago. his face feels hotter. the man is standing very close. ] I'm just. Whatever, thank you.
[ god he's really close and ryan slides into the diner hastily, mourning the death of a possible escape he'd been hoping for. people are still looking at them. ]
pls let the entire ground swallow him
Yes I — I know how to open a door, [ he protests, despite the fact that he was not acting as though he did just a second ago. his face feels hotter. the man is standing very close. ] I'm just. Whatever, thank you.
[ god he's really close and ryan slides into the diner hastily, mourning the death of a possible escape he'd been hoping for. people are still looking at them. ]