Rhy scoots over on the bench, giving Kylo space. He knows that touch triggers these episodes, and at the same time he knows that oftentimes touch also seems to alleviate the side effects (which just seems unfair, honestly), so he reaches out hesitantly with the intention of placing his hand on Kylo's knee.

It doesn't quite make it there. Rhy flinches in surprise, reflexively drawing his hand back to his chest. His eyes are wide, fixed on Kylo, as he sits speechless for a moment.

Then, he seems to... wilt, shoulders drooping, his hands falling into his lap. It isn't exactly a secret; he just doesn't like talking about it. He doesn't like the idea that Kylo saw.

"...yes," he agrees quietly, lips twisting at the memory, bitterness mixed in with the discomfort.

"How much did you see?"