#i have to keep picking these skz code gifs because he looks so snuggly

[ryderastrea]

"Yeah, let's not crash into things," Ryder agreed. There was an unspoken "again" at the end of that statement. They were still sporting a pretty ugly bruise from ice skating with Daniel, but it was worth it. He just didn't want another. A loud laugh escaped Ryder's lips after the New Girl reference. That was one of his comfort shows once he was able to actually watch it. "A white man!? No!" He echoed before breaking out into giggles again. The laughter settled when Ian called him a good medic, which he couldn't really agree with. A better medic would've fixed Ian before he shifted back. He didn't want to ruin the mood though, so he kept that thought to himself and merely thanked them again instead. Ryder shifted forward a little as Ian climbed onto the couch to give them more room behind him. He was a little...long to be the little spoon, but he couldn't pretend he didn't prefer it this way. "I like your singing, but we can also talk," Ryder suggested quietly as they got comfy. "It's been hard to catch up while I've been treating you."

“Of course, not now. Rest is important for not being tired and not crashing us into things,” Ian confirmed. Not that Ryder had ever or would ever, but he could surmise that his friend was in no position to be carrying him around right now. They broke out into a grin at the joke. “‘A white man?? No!’” They couldn’t help but quote. There wasn’t much of a chance the majority of the crew picked up on Earth references, but if anyone did, it was usually the twins or Ali. “Yeah but still…well, luckily you are pretty good at this medic thing, then,” Ian nodded his head several times confidently. It was true they didn’t like being a medic, but that didn’t mean they were bad at it or anything. Ryder was the most trustworthy medic/nurse he knew, after all. Maybe he didn’t know many, but his ranking still stood. “It’s true!” He smiled, happily moving closer at Ryder’s grabby hands. “I can still be a big spoon though, no worries--” he crawled over Ryder and scooted back into a spot on the couch, a spot he definitely wouldn’t have been able to fit into earlier that day. “And I can sing you to sleep, or I can be really really quiet. Dealer’s choice.”