Issac was not much of a teacher, especially over witchy things, but he would have loved to be able to help Ric explore more of his learnings- if he could. Since Issac had first arrived, so many years ago, the man had been far too kind to the chaotic warlock. If Issac ever found one, he would probably steal a grimoire from a witch to give Ric something new to learn from.
Physical touch only amplified his ability to crawl deeper into minds; as much as he had more respect for Ric than to actively try to dig up things. Head swimming with too many voices, too many thoughts and pictures and feelings, he felt sick; then Ric's meloncholy ideas of himself screamed out amongst the dissonance attacking him. Everything screamed when he hit his peak. "You just need to travel with your tools and various reagents." A light pat on the arm turned into something akin to a drunken pat, half pet gesture.
Issac giggled at Ric's swearing, only to be followed by an 'ow' and then another giggle. "Too many heads repeating on overload until I pop." Honing in would not work with the volume turned up to 11, but Issac did not want to disappoint his friend further by telling him so. Even Ric opening up did not help, it only added more screaming. The world wobbled, Issac's legs gave out with the new addition. "No, stop stop... Less is more."