Ryan glanced down at his T-shirt, and his pants, and his sneakers with the purple shoelaces (so what if the purple kind of clashed with the yellow in his T-shirt ....). He than looked back up at Noah.
"Well. You look like you."
Ryan wasn't going to be winning awards anytime soon for being a great conversationalist either. "You've grown." He added, because, well it seemed like the thing to say. He followed that up with; "Need some help with your bags?"
Politeness. That was key here. Ryan didn't want to start something, that was going to end in spells flying around. Of course neither of them where kids anymore, so the chances of that where --- well -- probably not so good.