Perhaps Dom was an exception to the rule. He couldn't bear to maintain a distance when the option of rolling in, climbing up, getting close enough to see the whites of a man's eyes and feel his nervous breath were within reach. From an abstract intel standpoint, he recognized that Ryan was completely different.
Understanding the knowledge was another thing altogether. He didn't. Couldn't, if the truth were out there, but curiosity propelled Dom on just as much as the need to decimate. Ryan was hypnotic, strange, confusing, addicting in ways drugs could only dream of.
Dom wanted to break every bone in the Military's body and lap up the resulting mess.
"Heh," he smirked, a non-answer if there ever was one. Tit for tat, or more likely a disinterest in what was being said. Talk was rarely of consequence to the warfare creature. "Official swinging Richard business, lookit you. No time for old compadres. Guess I should let you go on your merry way."
Dom stepped to one side, clearing way for Ryan to head out. He moved like a normal man, smiled, but surprised neither one of them when he wound up reaching out to place a too-strong hand on the Military's shoulder.