"I'm not addicted," he retorted almost immediately, but the slight crease between his eyebrows said that he might not be so sure about the effects of these drugs. These surreal experiences that plagued him - he couldn't deal with them. Side effects of pills he ingested; those he could deal with a lot better.
There wasn't really anything imaginative Ryan could say in response. It wasn't like he worked in a stressful job right now - most of the time his job involved blending in with civilians, which wasn't that difficult - and it wasn't like Jamie hadn't seen him jolt up and have his little panic attack. He didn't know how long Jamie had been here; didn't even know how much Jamie knew.