"Hm, yeah." Ryan knew what that was like. He had a habit of trapping himself in his own head far too often without needing the assistance of the environment he put himself in.
"Maybe it'll be nicer to move out here," he offered. Not right here, of course, but outside of Manhattan, there were plenty of more secluded, more laid-back places to live; more rural with less noise, less traffic, less insanity.
"Or at least somewhere quieter, away from the guns and bombs."