Not if Ryan had a say in it, it wasn't. There was nothing soft or gentle inside him. There was a need that he hadn't properly acknowledged in months, and it was the the kiss that finally got tears to run down his cheeks. One of his hands came to the back of Doyle's neck and kept him there, allowed himself to press into that kiss as he wanted, licking at Doyle's lips hungrily, demandingly, the very sort of kiss he would never, ever give when on the job.