Ryan didn't know what to say, didn't know what to do. Holding on to Doyle like that was easy, his hands bunched in the back of his coat, protecting his fingers from the cold and clinging to the moment all at once. He felt stupid, and useless, and he didn't see why Doyle would ever waste his time with him. Didn't even know if he wanted him to, because it hurt. It hurt anyway, so much anyway.