Coffee: Pieces
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hidethekeyTitle: Coffee: Pieces
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
POV: Third-Jon Centric
Summary: Based off of the Coffee ‘verse written bymyheartradio who was looking for some smut for the fic. This is a Jon/Ryan. It happens right after Ryan’s little bout with Insomnia Guy.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Panic, I don’t own Starbucks and I also do not own this plot. I’m just playing withmyheartradio ‘s ‘verse here.
Author Notes: For those who requested Coffee smut, and definitely formyheartradio. Also, thank you to Panic At The Disco merely for existing, being so hot and being so utterly slashable. Also, THANK YOU to my best bud, cousin and awesome beta lampshadesrrad Enjoy:)
Link:myheartradio’s Coffee If you’re reading this, and you haven’t read that, you really really should.
The first installment of my little Coffee snippets is here:
Perfection
‘Ryan is sixteen, and Jon is far too young to be dealing with this shit.’ –From Coffee, Chapter 7.
Jon’s not even sure what he’s supposed to be doing about this. Ryan is just so broken, clinging to him and crying…. Jon tries to comfort him, petting his hair and the like but what he really needs is Ryan to just tell him what do to, tell him what he needs because Jon’s never been very good at the whole making things better thing. He always just seems to fuck them up more.
He decides that instead of trying to do something, he’ll just be there until Ryan is ready to tell him what to do. He’ll do anything for Ryan right now, and he knows it. He hates seeing people hurt the way Ryan is hurting. He hates it so much that he doesn’t saw a word about the way Ryan is fisting his shirt, pulling at the material, stretching it, ruining it.
Jon isn’t sure how much time has actually passed when Ryan stops feeling quite so broken against him. He’s stopped clinging to him and he’s stopped the sobbing. Jon loosens his grip a little and peers down at his friend.
“Ry?” he asks. “Ry, you’re okay. He’s nothing, nothing at all. You’re okay baby, you’re fine. You’re fine…” Now Jon feels like he should be crying because he wasn’t there, he wasn’t there to protect Ryan, to keep that fucking asshole away from him.
“Jon?” Ryan asks. He looks up at Jon and it’s all Jon can do not to cling to Ryan. He just looks so shattered and Jon’s not so sure that he can glue the pieces together. He already knows that some of the pieces will be missing, that the guy had taken at least some of them with him. “Jon,” he says with more surety. “Oh god Jon…” and then he breaks again, but the storm doesn’t last as long as the first time. The crying stops rather quickly, really, as far as Jon’s concerned. He thinks he would have cried for far longer. Ryan’s strong though, stronger than anyone really gives him credit for. “Jon, Jon. I need to get clean; I need to wash him off.” Ryan says.
Jon nods, worry still evident in his eyes. He gets them both up off the couch and works on ever so gently ridding Ryan his remaining clothing. He swears to himself he’ll burn it when Ryan’s not looking, despite the fact that those jeans are Ryan’s favorites. They won’t be anymore, once he’s realized what happened in them.
The older of the two slowly leads Ryan to the washroom and runs the water. “Bath or shower, love?” he asks gently. He makes sure to keep one hand on Ryan while he waits for the water to reach an appropriate temperature (it takes forever in their small, crappy apartment) as wordless support. He looks up to meet Ryan’s eyes and waits for an answer.
However, Ryan’s eyes are blank and he’s staring off somewhere that Jon can’t see. Jon is familiar with that look. He’d seen it before many times on other addicts, on street dwellers, hell, he’d even seen it in his own eyes. Ryan is empty and falling away from him, from the world and Jon knows that there’s no one but him to bring Ryan back. He’s too young for this. He’s too fucking young to be dealing with such a broken, beautiful boy and Ryan is too fucking young to have had this happen to him. He’s just a baby, an innocent, and he doesn’t deserve this. Jon feels a tide of disappointment wash through him, what was Ryan thinking, bringing someone like that home? He snaps out of it and realizes very quickly that he needs to make a decision now right. Ryan is in no position to be giving him advice.
Jon is so nervous, he’s never dealt with anything this deep before and he just prays to a god he’s not sure even exists that he does the right thing. He’s the one that needs to make sure that Ryan doesn’t slip any further away, that Ryan comes back to the world and doesn’t wander elsewhere again. He wishes he had a hit, some weed, anything to make this easier. He’s broke though and he’d already used the last of it. He’s going to have to deal with this himself.
Jon pulls the lever to turn the water into a cascading shower. He stands and discards his own clothes and maneuvers them both into the bathtub. He settles Ryan underneath the spray and reaches for the soap. He runs it ever so gently over Ryan’s still trembling body. “You’re okay Ry, I love you. I’m here. You’re okay,” he repeats; his mantra barely audible over the sound of the running water. He washes Ryan’s body until the younger boy takes the soap away from his and begins to scrub relentlessly.
Jon doesn’t let this go on for long, Ryan looks like he’s about to rub his skin right off. He takes the soap away gently and holds onto Ryan’s wrists. He slips his fingers between Ryan’s and leans a little closer. “Ry, this isn’t your fault. This isn’t your fault at all. That guy, he was a fucking asshole and you don’t deserve to be hurt like that.”
Ryan makes a mewling noise in the back of his throat and looks away. Jon’s said the wrong thing, he knows it. Ryan’s dad… Ryan’s dad used to hit him. Of course he thinks he deserves this. Jon doesn’t understand it at all, but he figures that if someone who was supposed to love him no matter what were to hurt him like that, he’d have no problem believing that a stranger fucking raping him would be his just rewards. He reaches forward and pulls Ryan’s body into his.
Ryan is still trembling all over the place and Jon finds he’s actually hard to keep a hold of. Jon gets the overwhelming feeling that he is the only reason Ryan is standing, and that if he were to waver Ryan would collapse the shower floor, shattered. He’s petting Ryan’s hair gently and is taken completely by surprise when he feels the younger boy’s lips on his shoulder. Ryan is whispering something and Jon has to bend over further just to hear him.
“It hurts Jon. I hurt. Make me better, make me feel good again. Show me… Show me it doesn’t have to hurt…” His voice is barely a whisper, but Jon hears it. He wants to ask Ryan what he means… but Jon already knows.
He’s even more sure when Ryan’s lips move from his shoulder to his mouth, kissing him roughly, demanding Jon to love him. It’s like Ryan is trying to force Jon into making him worth something. Jon already knows that Ryan is worth so, so much. He lightens the kiss, transforming it from demanding to gentle and holds Ryan close, like he’s made of spun glass. He hands weave patterns across Ryan’s back, tracing the light muscles there. They finally find their resting spot on Ryan’s bony hips. Ryan presses himself up against Jon desperately but Jon forces him back.
“Ry… that’s not how you want it.” He whispers. “Let me… just…trust me, kay?” He knows the words are loaded, he knows that Ryan isn’t really in much of a position to trust anyone but he needs to. Jon needs Ryan’s faith, his trust, in order to bring him back. He slowly moves himself forward, pressing his mouth to Ryan’s once more and just kisses him. It’s nothing special or fancy, just lips communicating with lips in the softest way imaginable, but somehow it’s perfect. Jon brings one hand up from Ryan’s hip over his back and gently through his hair. “Let me make you feel good, let me show you that this doesn’t have to hurt.”
Ryan’s eyes meet Jon’s and it’s the first time since Jon pulled that fucker off of him that he actually sees Ryan behind the mess of hurt and pain.
“Please.” he says. “Please, show me.” Those words are all Jon needs before he brings their mouths back together, kissing a little harder this time. His kisses are full of love and care, like kisses should be. This isn’t about getting off, not for him and not for Ryan. This is about finding those shattered pieces and slowly putting them back together. Jon will be Ryan’s glue, if that’s what the younger boy wants. Jon will make him remember that’s he’s worth something if he has to tell him every second of the day for the next five years.
Ryan’s hands are around his shoulders, pressing their chests together. His tongue is running over Jon’s lips and the rest of his body is pressing up too now. Jon has to muffle a moan because this, it isn’t about him. This is about Ryan, it needs to be. “What do you need me to do?” he whispers against Ryan’s lips.
“Love me.” Ryan replies. His eyes are bright, boring into Jon’s with a desperation the older of the two has never seen before. Jon nods, he can do this. He can fix Ryan if this is all it takes. Even if this is just a quick, band aid fix, Jon can do it. He pulls away slowly, running his mouth over Ryan’s once more before scanning the shower shelves for something useable. Finally he spots some lotion and turns back to Ryan.
“Are you sure?” he asks. His voice cracks halfway through, but Ryan doesn’t seem to notice. He’s taking the lotion, spreading it over Jon’s fingers then pressing their bodies back together. One of Ryan’s hands is leading Jon’s own lotion coated one down, down between his legs and over his hole. Jon’s pressing in though he almost pulls away at Ryan’s pained gasp. The only reason he doesn’t is because Ryan holds his hand tightly in place and shakes his head.
“I’m fine, I swear I’m fine. Jon, I need this.” When his eyes meet Jon’s again, Jon can tell that Ryan needs this. He needs this with as much desperation as he needs to breathe, or to eat, or to drink water. Jon can’t deny Ryan what he needs so badly. He presses in. He does so slowly, making sure to delay the movement further whenever Ryan sounds even the least bit in pain. It takes him more time than he thought he had patience for but eventually Jon feels that he’s prepared Ryan enough. He retracts his fingers and gives Ryan one last questioning glance.
The younger boy answers with another kiss and says, “Just do it Jon. Stop looking at me like I’ll break.” Ryan doesn’t get it though. Jon knows that he’s already broken. He reaches for the lotion again and coats himself in liberal amounts of it. The positioning of things is a little awkward because Jon wants Ryan to see him do this. He wants the younger boy to know that this is Jon loving him and not some horrifying stranger. He wants Ryan to see the love in his eyes as they come together.
When Jon enters Ryan he’s ever so careful to keep it slow and gentle. He knows that any rough movement will send Ryan right back to where he had been before Jon had gently coaxed him out. It takes more time than he thought possible to get all the way in without hearing that slight hitch of breath that means Ryan’s in pain. Once he’s there, he pauses and kisses at Ryan’s neck and shoulders. He makes sure not to leave any marks. This isn’t about possession. Jon’s piecing Ryan back together and how can he expect to make him whole if he takes away more of the pieces?
The younger boy is silent through all of this; just sharp breaths and small gasps tell Jon he’s doing something right. Jon slowly starts moving against Ryan. He brings his hand between them and touches Ryan’s cock softly. He strokes in time with his own thrusts, twisting his hand about and running a thumb over Ryan’s slit. He looks into Ryan’s eyes deeply and sees that any possible brokenness remaining is masked by passion and desire. That’s when Jon starts moving more quickly.
Before long, Jon’s pushing Ryan into the wall of the shower and scattering small kisses on his lips and chest. Jon’s breath comes in gasps as does Ryan’s.
“Jon, Jon,” he calls out, “mmm, Jon.”
Jon takes the opportunity to give Ryan a loving kiss before starting to stroke his cock with more purpose. Ryan’s moving with him now which makes him feel better about things. He thrusts harder and manages to get into a position that makes things much better for Ryan. Jon only needs to hit that spot a few times before Ryan is crying out and coming all over Jon’s stomach. It doesn’t take Jon much longer after that and he comes calling out Ryan’s name and kissing his lips.
After they recover and clean up, Jon settles them both down in his own bed. They’re still naked but there really wasn’t much of a point in getting dressed again after that. Jon’s got his arms wrapped protectively around Ryan’s shoulders and the younger boy has his eyes closed gently. Jon thinks he might be sleeping. That is until Ryan speaks. “Thank you.” he states. “I know I don’t deserve it but…”
“God Ryan, you don’t get it, do you?” Jon replies softly, breathing his warm breath over Ryan’s exposed shoulder. “You’re so incredible that I should feel honored just to be able to be here with you. You… you haven’t deserved the hand that life’s dealt you, not even a little bit. If I could, I’d give you everything. I’d give you the moon and the stars and love. I’d give you so, so much love Ry. That’s what you deserve. Not what’s happened, you don’t, and didn’t deserve that at all.”
Jon thinks that Ryan’s tuned him out because his eyes are closed again and his breathing is even. He just brushes Ryan’s still wet hair out of his face and kisses his temple. He’s about to lull himself to sleep as well when he hears a muffled, “I love you Jon Walker.”
It’s those five words that make Jon know that no, Ryan’s not fixed but he’s not broken anymore either. He’s found enough of Ryan’s pieces to start building him back up. Jon can be Ryan’s glue if that’s what Ryan needs.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jon/Ryan
POV: Third-Jon Centric
Summary: Based off of the Coffee ‘verse written by
myheartradio who was looking for some smut for the fic. This is a Jon/Ryan. It happens right after Ryan’s little bout with Insomnia Guy.Disclaimer: I don’t own Panic, I don’t own Starbucks and I also do not own this plot. I’m just playing with
myheartradio ‘s ‘verse here.Author Notes: For those who requested Coffee smut, and definitely for
myheartradio. Also, thank you to Panic At The Disco merely for existing, being so hot and being so utterly slashable. Also, THANK YOU to my best bud, cousin and awesome beta lampshadesrrad Enjoy:)Link:
myheartradio’s Coffee If you’re reading this, and you haven’t read that, you really really should. The first installment of my little Coffee snippets is here:
Perfection
‘Ryan is sixteen, and Jon is far too young to be dealing with this shit.’ –From Coffee, Chapter 7.
Jon’s not even sure what he’s supposed to be doing about this. Ryan is just so broken, clinging to him and crying…. Jon tries to comfort him, petting his hair and the like but what he really needs is Ryan to just tell him what do to, tell him what he needs because Jon’s never been very good at the whole making things better thing. He always just seems to fuck them up more.
He decides that instead of trying to do something, he’ll just be there until Ryan is ready to tell him what to do. He’ll do anything for Ryan right now, and he knows it. He hates seeing people hurt the way Ryan is hurting. He hates it so much that he doesn’t saw a word about the way Ryan is fisting his shirt, pulling at the material, stretching it, ruining it.
Jon isn’t sure how much time has actually passed when Ryan stops feeling quite so broken against him. He’s stopped clinging to him and he’s stopped the sobbing. Jon loosens his grip a little and peers down at his friend.
“Ry?” he asks. “Ry, you’re okay. He’s nothing, nothing at all. You’re okay baby, you’re fine. You’re fine…” Now Jon feels like he should be crying because he wasn’t there, he wasn’t there to protect Ryan, to keep that fucking asshole away from him.
“Jon?” Ryan asks. He looks up at Jon and it’s all Jon can do not to cling to Ryan. He just looks so shattered and Jon’s not so sure that he can glue the pieces together. He already knows that some of the pieces will be missing, that the guy had taken at least some of them with him. “Jon,” he says with more surety. “Oh god Jon…” and then he breaks again, but the storm doesn’t last as long as the first time. The crying stops rather quickly, really, as far as Jon’s concerned. He thinks he would have cried for far longer. Ryan’s strong though, stronger than anyone really gives him credit for. “Jon, Jon. I need to get clean; I need to wash him off.” Ryan says.
Jon nods, worry still evident in his eyes. He gets them both up off the couch and works on ever so gently ridding Ryan his remaining clothing. He swears to himself he’ll burn it when Ryan’s not looking, despite the fact that those jeans are Ryan’s favorites. They won’t be anymore, once he’s realized what happened in them.
The older of the two slowly leads Ryan to the washroom and runs the water. “Bath or shower, love?” he asks gently. He makes sure to keep one hand on Ryan while he waits for the water to reach an appropriate temperature (it takes forever in their small, crappy apartment) as wordless support. He looks up to meet Ryan’s eyes and waits for an answer.
However, Ryan’s eyes are blank and he’s staring off somewhere that Jon can’t see. Jon is familiar with that look. He’d seen it before many times on other addicts, on street dwellers, hell, he’d even seen it in his own eyes. Ryan is empty and falling away from him, from the world and Jon knows that there’s no one but him to bring Ryan back. He’s too young for this. He’s too fucking young to be dealing with such a broken, beautiful boy and Ryan is too fucking young to have had this happen to him. He’s just a baby, an innocent, and he doesn’t deserve this. Jon feels a tide of disappointment wash through him, what was Ryan thinking, bringing someone like that home? He snaps out of it and realizes very quickly that he needs to make a decision now right. Ryan is in no position to be giving him advice.
Jon is so nervous, he’s never dealt with anything this deep before and he just prays to a god he’s not sure even exists that he does the right thing. He’s the one that needs to make sure that Ryan doesn’t slip any further away, that Ryan comes back to the world and doesn’t wander elsewhere again. He wishes he had a hit, some weed, anything to make this easier. He’s broke though and he’d already used the last of it. He’s going to have to deal with this himself.
Jon pulls the lever to turn the water into a cascading shower. He stands and discards his own clothes and maneuvers them both into the bathtub. He settles Ryan underneath the spray and reaches for the soap. He runs it ever so gently over Ryan’s still trembling body. “You’re okay Ry, I love you. I’m here. You’re okay,” he repeats; his mantra barely audible over the sound of the running water. He washes Ryan’s body until the younger boy takes the soap away from his and begins to scrub relentlessly.
Jon doesn’t let this go on for long, Ryan looks like he’s about to rub his skin right off. He takes the soap away gently and holds onto Ryan’s wrists. He slips his fingers between Ryan’s and leans a little closer. “Ry, this isn’t your fault. This isn’t your fault at all. That guy, he was a fucking asshole and you don’t deserve to be hurt like that.”
Ryan makes a mewling noise in the back of his throat and looks away. Jon’s said the wrong thing, he knows it. Ryan’s dad… Ryan’s dad used to hit him. Of course he thinks he deserves this. Jon doesn’t understand it at all, but he figures that if someone who was supposed to love him no matter what were to hurt him like that, he’d have no problem believing that a stranger fucking raping him would be his just rewards. He reaches forward and pulls Ryan’s body into his.
Ryan is still trembling all over the place and Jon finds he’s actually hard to keep a hold of. Jon gets the overwhelming feeling that he is the only reason Ryan is standing, and that if he were to waver Ryan would collapse the shower floor, shattered. He’s petting Ryan’s hair gently and is taken completely by surprise when he feels the younger boy’s lips on his shoulder. Ryan is whispering something and Jon has to bend over further just to hear him.
“It hurts Jon. I hurt. Make me better, make me feel good again. Show me… Show me it doesn’t have to hurt…” His voice is barely a whisper, but Jon hears it. He wants to ask Ryan what he means… but Jon already knows.
He’s even more sure when Ryan’s lips move from his shoulder to his mouth, kissing him roughly, demanding Jon to love him. It’s like Ryan is trying to force Jon into making him worth something. Jon already knows that Ryan is worth so, so much. He lightens the kiss, transforming it from demanding to gentle and holds Ryan close, like he’s made of spun glass. He hands weave patterns across Ryan’s back, tracing the light muscles there. They finally find their resting spot on Ryan’s bony hips. Ryan presses himself up against Jon desperately but Jon forces him back.
“Ry… that’s not how you want it.” He whispers. “Let me… just…trust me, kay?” He knows the words are loaded, he knows that Ryan isn’t really in much of a position to trust anyone but he needs to. Jon needs Ryan’s faith, his trust, in order to bring him back. He slowly moves himself forward, pressing his mouth to Ryan’s once more and just kisses him. It’s nothing special or fancy, just lips communicating with lips in the softest way imaginable, but somehow it’s perfect. Jon brings one hand up from Ryan’s hip over his back and gently through his hair. “Let me make you feel good, let me show you that this doesn’t have to hurt.”
Ryan’s eyes meet Jon’s and it’s the first time since Jon pulled that fucker off of him that he actually sees Ryan behind the mess of hurt and pain.
“Please.” he says. “Please, show me.” Those words are all Jon needs before he brings their mouths back together, kissing a little harder this time. His kisses are full of love and care, like kisses should be. This isn’t about getting off, not for him and not for Ryan. This is about finding those shattered pieces and slowly putting them back together. Jon will be Ryan’s glue, if that’s what the younger boy wants. Jon will make him remember that’s he’s worth something if he has to tell him every second of the day for the next five years.
Ryan’s hands are around his shoulders, pressing their chests together. His tongue is running over Jon’s lips and the rest of his body is pressing up too now. Jon has to muffle a moan because this, it isn’t about him. This is about Ryan, it needs to be. “What do you need me to do?” he whispers against Ryan’s lips.
“Love me.” Ryan replies. His eyes are bright, boring into Jon’s with a desperation the older of the two has never seen before. Jon nods, he can do this. He can fix Ryan if this is all it takes. Even if this is just a quick, band aid fix, Jon can do it. He pulls away slowly, running his mouth over Ryan’s once more before scanning the shower shelves for something useable. Finally he spots some lotion and turns back to Ryan.
“Are you sure?” he asks. His voice cracks halfway through, but Ryan doesn’t seem to notice. He’s taking the lotion, spreading it over Jon’s fingers then pressing their bodies back together. One of Ryan’s hands is leading Jon’s own lotion coated one down, down between his legs and over his hole. Jon’s pressing in though he almost pulls away at Ryan’s pained gasp. The only reason he doesn’t is because Ryan holds his hand tightly in place and shakes his head.
“I’m fine, I swear I’m fine. Jon, I need this.” When his eyes meet Jon’s again, Jon can tell that Ryan needs this. He needs this with as much desperation as he needs to breathe, or to eat, or to drink water. Jon can’t deny Ryan what he needs so badly. He presses in. He does so slowly, making sure to delay the movement further whenever Ryan sounds even the least bit in pain. It takes him more time than he thought he had patience for but eventually Jon feels that he’s prepared Ryan enough. He retracts his fingers and gives Ryan one last questioning glance.
The younger boy answers with another kiss and says, “Just do it Jon. Stop looking at me like I’ll break.” Ryan doesn’t get it though. Jon knows that he’s already broken. He reaches for the lotion again and coats himself in liberal amounts of it. The positioning of things is a little awkward because Jon wants Ryan to see him do this. He wants the younger boy to know that this is Jon loving him and not some horrifying stranger. He wants Ryan to see the love in his eyes as they come together.
When Jon enters Ryan he’s ever so careful to keep it slow and gentle. He knows that any rough movement will send Ryan right back to where he had been before Jon had gently coaxed him out. It takes more time than he thought possible to get all the way in without hearing that slight hitch of breath that means Ryan’s in pain. Once he’s there, he pauses and kisses at Ryan’s neck and shoulders. He makes sure not to leave any marks. This isn’t about possession. Jon’s piecing Ryan back together and how can he expect to make him whole if he takes away more of the pieces?
The younger boy is silent through all of this; just sharp breaths and small gasps tell Jon he’s doing something right. Jon slowly starts moving against Ryan. He brings his hand between them and touches Ryan’s cock softly. He strokes in time with his own thrusts, twisting his hand about and running a thumb over Ryan’s slit. He looks into Ryan’s eyes deeply and sees that any possible brokenness remaining is masked by passion and desire. That’s when Jon starts moving more quickly.
Before long, Jon’s pushing Ryan into the wall of the shower and scattering small kisses on his lips and chest. Jon’s breath comes in gasps as does Ryan’s.
“Jon, Jon,” he calls out, “mmm, Jon.”
Jon takes the opportunity to give Ryan a loving kiss before starting to stroke his cock with more purpose. Ryan’s moving with him now which makes him feel better about things. He thrusts harder and manages to get into a position that makes things much better for Ryan. Jon only needs to hit that spot a few times before Ryan is crying out and coming all over Jon’s stomach. It doesn’t take Jon much longer after that and he comes calling out Ryan’s name and kissing his lips.
After they recover and clean up, Jon settles them both down in his own bed. They’re still naked but there really wasn’t much of a point in getting dressed again after that. Jon’s got his arms wrapped protectively around Ryan’s shoulders and the younger boy has his eyes closed gently. Jon thinks he might be sleeping. That is until Ryan speaks. “Thank you.” he states. “I know I don’t deserve it but…”
“God Ryan, you don’t get it, do you?” Jon replies softly, breathing his warm breath over Ryan’s exposed shoulder. “You’re so incredible that I should feel honored just to be able to be here with you. You… you haven’t deserved the hand that life’s dealt you, not even a little bit. If I could, I’d give you everything. I’d give you the moon and the stars and love. I’d give you so, so much love Ry. That’s what you deserve. Not what’s happened, you don’t, and didn’t deserve that at all.”
Jon thinks that Ryan’s tuned him out because his eyes are closed again and his breathing is even. He just brushes Ryan’s still wet hair out of his face and kisses his temple. He’s about to lull himself to sleep as well when he hears a muffled, “I love you Jon Walker.”
It’s those five words that make Jon know that no, Ryan’s not fixed but he’s not broken anymore either. He’s found enough of Ryan’s pieces to start building him back up. Jon can be Ryan’s glue if that’s what Ryan needs.