[The tendrils tighten, just a little -- just enough to hold Ryou snugly, instead of the looser grip they'd had a moment ago.]

You didn't make me do anything. I made an offer, and I made a choice.

[His arms wrap around Ryou, too, thicker than the tendrils, more substantial, more human.]

It would only not be okay if you didn't want me to take care of you.

[If Ryou wanted nothing to do with him; if what had happened would be a scar on Ryou's psyche, one Atem could never take back.]