[This...this is nice. It's enough that Ryou holds the Ring-Spirit more tightly and he draws in a sharp breath without meaning to. He's being thanked...? For...for what? He doesn't know, but it makes him want to cry. He doesn't hold it back, because after everything they'd said to each other, the angry words, the constant half-assed patching-up that they did, this feels real.]

I'm glad you came here...I don't know whether I would have...e-ever reached out. I'm scared to...but it's not because of you, it's me, it's me...

[He's rambling, aimless feelings that he hasn't spoken about at all, things that only they would both know.]