[Terrible and funny is generally Ryan's M.O. on any given day, so he grins like it's a compliment - and honestly, since it makes Min laugh, it kind of is one.]

Thanks, man.

[He looks over the two beers and decides on the lighter-colored one of the two, and then leads Min right over to the couch. He's almost concerned about mention of the show again, but the joke sneaks up on him and he laughs.]

The only thing you need to do is what Frankie did when he got to Hollywood - Relax.

[As he talks he fiddles with his beer and his keys, using them as a makeshift bottle opener as if he's done this a hundred times before.]

Seriously though, if you're feeling better by showtime? Great. Awesome. But I care more about you than the show. The world will not end if we have to put off our grand return to the stage another week, or two, or however long it takes. And I'm only saying that because I know you, and I know if your claws aren't gone by the third day you're going to be all pissed off at yourself like you failed at something.

[The bottle cap suddenly goes flying and Tomo zooms for it. It's their toy now, and they bat it around on the floor with their teeny paws while Ryan and Min talk. Ryan smiles at him though - he really feels like he gets a piece of it that he didn't before.]

It's not a deadline, dude. It's a reward.

[It isn't that he can't work towards it, but the stakes are low. There's absolutely no reason to stress himself out over firm timelines. They can strike a balance here, Ryan's sure of it.]