[Oren gets a sympathetic glance-- sorry about your tiny, adorable problem-- before his eyes flick back to Mattias.]

...I'm not sure. I tried to follow you when you left, as far as I could go, but-- I couldn't make it far enough.

[Ryan's eyes drop to his lap, fixed on his fidgeting hands. It's hard to make eye contact when he isn't sure what he'll see on Mattias's face; he does try though, every several seconds. Glances up briefly, drops it again.]

I had to turn back and try again, I-

I'm sorry it took so long, Mattias. I worried about you the whole time.