[He knows it's difficult, isn't that just...fantastic? Ryou lets go of the bottle, but rather than let his hand fall to his side, he raises it to pinch the bridge of his nose, then pull it down his face in what is very clearly exasperation.

He's been living with Atem long enough that just because he doesn't have pupils, doesn't mean he feels like Atem can't note the subtle shift of the glow. Then again, maybe he can't tell that Ryou's staring at him directly, hard enough to pierce through steel if that was something a shade could do.]

I...I think you've done enough, actually.

[It's said coldly, but then Ryou has to backtrack, to clarify a few things so that he doesn't come off as a complete ass. Just a pretty big one.]

Look. I appreciate that you took care of my body. I understand you were working within the constraints of all of this [He gestures to himself] decomposing. And I do know you were trying to make it so that I woke up comfortably which...under normal circumstances I may have, if I wasn't missing my fucking head.

[It slips out, and Ryou considers apologizing, but there's a heat rising in him, something that's trying to claw its way out through his mouth, because it hasn't had a chance to burrow itself out of his head, his eyes, but by god it feels like it, doesn't it? His head hurts, his eyes sting, and he feels so, so terrible.

Terrible enough to ask something that's not very nice to say to someone who you just said that you were appreciative to.]

Maybe I'll consider going to the clinic once I don't feel so uncoordinated that I might fall over into someone else and inconvenience them.

But before I do, you'll have to tell me why you thought it was a great idea to functionally pull all of the liquid out of my body. I'm very curious, Atem.