Rich is surprised to notice Galo immediately shielding him, like he knows just what's going on. Rich is sure he doesn't know what's going on right now. He feels like he's lost, travelling between this train car and the garage he thought was going to be his death bed in the span of a few blinks, and he's disoriented and-

And he's supposed to breathe. Rich nods, just to make it clear that he did hear that, and tries to focus on his breathing. It's hard, when he's crying like a weak, pathetic, pitiful child, but he still tries to do so. In and out. Just in and out. Focus on that and not the faint voice in his head, not the insults so clear to him even through layers of glitched static.

When he has caught his breath enough to speak, he mutters a quiet, "Sorry. I'm sorry, I just- shouldn't be doin' this."