Ryan held eye contact with you while his easygoing smile turned uneasy; you've been staring at him in complete silence for the past few minutes and it's honestly freaking him out. It's nearly impossible to figure out why either because of your short answers, Jesus Christ.

You must be on earth to weird him out or something.

But you asked, so kindly, to be friends so he can't shun you away from him. Yet. Still, this was getting awkward. Very, incredibly, awkward.

Ryan sighed, "so uh.. y'wanna hit up the arcade? Or uh.." he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck as his eyes drifted away from yours. 'Yikes'. "Maybe McDonald's? I-I can call up my friends, add more to our lil group, haha." He suggested, desperately wanting to fill the awkwardness with something, anything else, any kind of distraction at this point.

He's going to implode.

Another big sigh escaped him and internally, he felt the dam break and he just reached out and pinched your cheeks. "Helloo... ?" Ryan drawled, stretching your cheeks, pinching and gently pulling at the soft flesh like you were a child. 'I adopted an introvert didn't I? Or.. maybe an antisocial.' he thought to himself, dreadfully.