Ric curled in on himself a bit, in the extra space. It wasn't defensive or hurt, but it was a bit... shy, in a way. A lack of willingness to be left exposed, once Elijah had moved. He kept his own eyes closed, and tried to will arousal away and himself to start feeling so... distressingly shaky. He focused on his own breathing for a moment, until he trusted his voice, then asked: "What's wrong?"