Ryou hadn't actually expected that kind of turnaround on the visit. At this point Atem wasn't around, though the pile of blankets and moved furniture probably didn't look attractive to prospective company and if Ryou knew Horatio was going to show up so quickly, he might have given a token effort to straighten things up.

...And failed miserably because he's missing limbs.

Oh well. The only thing he's caught out on is that he's visibly struggling to lean on the kitchen counter and simultaneously eat half a sandwich.

When Horatio lets himself in, he tenses a bit, then winces and leans his weight onto his only arm.

"S-shit."

Oh. Oh that just kind of...slid out there.

"P-pardon my language," he amends quickly, but he doesn't move from the kitchen quite yet. "Uhm, did you want...a drink? We have juice."

Absolutely sublime. Yes he wants to hear about the apocalypse but Horatio, please...

It doesn't help that Ryou's brain is at least five steps behind his mouth. Hence the dumb host-based question.