"You'd rather I not give you direct answers?" he said, tilting his head a little, raising a brow. He didn't like being this close to anyone - least of all Attrition. The warmongers were all threatening in their own way but Ryan liked his own space. He was pretty sure the others did, too.
Dominic would move closer, and Ryan would shrink away. Cornered, as always, by the ones he was closest to. They either knew more about him than he felt comfortable giving away, or they did things to him and his rotting brain that cut into his core. Blame, he could take, but being walked all over on - not so much.
"I've got to sign in, file some overdue paperwork and be at a briefing later." Show his face - let them know he was still alive, lie about the past few weeks, spend hours tuning out to meetings they didn't need to have, et cetera. It was none of Dominic's business.