John came out and there he met Ryan, who hurried to him happily as if he was waiting for John to come out and meet him.
"John!" Ryan exclaimed, pulling him into a hug and patting his back enthusiastically, almost as if he'd feared he might never see his friend again.
"Ugh…" John winced in pain rather than joy. "Can you... get away from me?" His voice was strained with discomfort.
Realizing his mistake, Ryan quickly released him, his expression turning apologetic. "I'm sorry, man. I was just so happy that I forgot you're hurt."
John was like a rock, who rarely showed he was in any kind of pain, but if he showed, that meant it was truly beyond the limit his limit of tolerance.
"It's nothing," John said, straightening up and quickly composing himself. His expression became neutral, masking any sign of pain.
