Ryan
It wasn't the first time that Doyle had come in to check on Ryan. Wasn't even the first time he'd been upstairs to see the young man. He stopped downstairs long enough to get waved up by Gemma. He tipped his hat and headed up, tightening his hands at his sides before he knocked.
He wasn't expecting a response. Every time he'd been by before, Ryan had been drugged asleep. So he only paused a breath or so before pushing the door open. Just a few minutes to make sure he was still okay. That was all he really wanted.