When he attempts to stand, Kylo will find himself slightly trapped, Rhy's arms around him bracing his shoulders, one hand around the back of his neck. He's scooted forward with knees angled down, like he was trying to get off the bench and join Kylo on the grass, but has ended up instead awkwardly cradling the larger man in his lap. He just didn't want Kylo to fall.

"Kylo?"

Rhy's grip loosens upon realizing he's come out of it. If Kylo wants to break free, he easily can, though Rhy tries to convince him to take a rest, knowing how taxing the visions are.

"Wait-- sit for a minute. Are you all right?"