Ric knew if Elijah wanted away from him, he could damn well get there. He could feel the tension, yes, but he was also aware of the subtle lean and the change in where Elijah was pointing the light. He kept his arm in place, knuckles dragging back and forth over Elijah's bicep a bit, and walked with him.

Just that. No muss, no fuss, nothing fancy or romantic or dramatic. Just kept touching him, provided a little physical comfort (he hoped) and walked. "You ready for this?" he asked, when they were just outside.