Mmnh, you just got here...now you want me to sleep?

[It's not said as an accusation. Rather, there's a petulant note to it. Despite his feelings, Ryou's concern had dialed up his loneliness rather much, and the relief of having Atem back here, safe, made him want to wrap his entire self around the nephilim.

...Though it also has something to do with the fact that they can't sleep together, and Ryou misses it. He knows as soon as he steps into the light, the painful (but not intolerable) regression back into his day form was going to take whatever energy he'd stubbornly clung to. But Atem's right, he is exhausted.

So reluctantly, he pulls away, but not before pressing his nose to the bridge of Atem's briefly in an odd show of affection--he feels bad that it's a little cold and wet, but in this form...he doesn't think Atem would want to kiss him anyway, and as much as the instinct is to lick, he tries not to do it so much. He's just doing the best he can!]

I suppose you're right though. I can't smell you like usual with all the sea mixed in.

[And he does love smelling Atem like this. Sorry not sorry.]