[Ryou knows they're fighting. The pink juice is wearing off, but the light airy feeling of being intoxicated is lingering, made worse by his natural inhibition drop during the Fog. He'll probably still feel at least a bit of it for even longer than Atem might, but all of the food he's eaten is helping with the sobering up.

All this to say, he is still drunk, still needy, and maybe a little bit selfish as he pulls a no-longer-gummy hand away from Atem's back, bringing it forward to cup one of Atem's hands and bring it to his chest.]

...I want you to touch me, so badly. It's been lonely without you here, even if we parted on bad terms. I didn't expect you to be gone for so long.

[Ryou's body is almost completely normal now, though there's still candy-red fighting to remain, all around his eyes, from forehead to nose tip, but Atem can probably see white and grayish scales below that dividing line between candy and real.

That's why there's a drop in Ryou's stomach, as he says this. Drunk or not...he feels distraught, thinking about their separation. Candy affection can only take him so far.]

I love you. So, so much...and I know what I did was terrible, painful, and uncalled for. I subjected you to something awful when I wasn't in control, even for a second, and I caused you harm.

But...I thought that we were closer than this. Closer than...needing to stay apart for two weeks.

[He has more to say, but that's enough for now. He's not going to scream at Atem if he can help it. They screamed at each other enough that night.]