Ryan knows that, at the end of the day, he volunteered for this. And he doesn't regret it, but he is a little uneasy around so many new people. He doesn't know what expectations they have for him, and what role he's really supposed to play. How can they just suddenly become a pack? But he tries. Every morning, he tries to make sure he's helping around the house and contributing to the group effort to turn this into home. He still sleeps in the room he's staked out for himself, he's not ready to join the communal bed just yet, but he's trying to at least be present during the day.

He meanders his way into the garage, finding Randall in there... shirtless. Well then.

"Need any help?" Ryan ventures, not sure he wants to really know the answer. But he's kind of committed now... as long as he can leave his shirt on.