"It does," Ryan agreed, smiling a bit. Shifting just a little closer, he stood the risk of falling off the bed if he tried to angle himself any better, so he leaned a hand against the bed, the other coming to rest against her hip. "Well, I... I think we can find ways to manage that. For a while." He broke eye contact to initiate contact of a different kind, leaning in to kiss her neck now that he could. His fingers skimmed against her skin, just below the hem of the shirt, and he changed his mind and his tack, sitting up to catch her mouth in a kiss. It wasn't as if he didn't know what he was doing in the general sense, but he didn't know at all when it came to her, not wanting to give the sense that he'd got the wrong impression, half expecting to get pushed away and told he'd crossed some line. It was difficult, though, to know just where the boundary lay.