Ric really should have noticed or cared about Star's sexual frustration, but fearing for your life tended to make one a bit selfish. His brain had already reclaimed all of the blood from his other head in order to try to devise a survival plan, so sex had been long forgotten by Ric by the time he got to the dresser. He shook his head when Star tried to talk him out of it with the short version, starting for the closet in order to dig out his box of bullets, but stopped mid-way to grab his socks. He sat down long enough to pull them over his feet, his toes were already freezing, and would have been off again had Star not put strong hands on his shoulders to hold him down.
Rictor was fidgeting as Shatterstar spoke, but he did keep his eyes on the man's face, watching his eyes and expression. He sighed when Star at last finished, brows knitting up. "Star... it's just..." He spoke quietly, trouble in his eyes. No wait, not trouble, it was something deeper. It was fear, true, raw terror. Ric hid it well most of the time, but Star had gotten under his shields, under the carefree smile and under the anger he usually hid any negative emotions in. Ric lived his life in fear of being found and killed, and that was the simple truth of it all. "If they find me, I'm dead. You're dead. Don't you see..?" He tilted his head forward, not wanting Star to see him like this, so he dropped his forehead to a strong shoulder as he did his best to collect himself. "I'm not letting it happen," he stated firmly, with all the resolve in the wold.