Ric barely reacted to the mouth at his jaw, this time. Because he was tired enough not to have adrenaline left, or because he was starting to learn, was still up in the air. "I can't say I make a habit of running away from things, wanted or not. I'm just less likely to snarl in your face, now." He was very near the edge of tears. Not the conversation, but the response to closeness and realization of... something. Like warming up, and waking up, was thawing out all the suppressed crap.