Rick - who is so sweet-natured at his core, under the grief and trauma and bitterness, maybe that's the real tragedy of his life, falling in with all this (He's always meant well) - is already putting his hands up in a placating gesture, his expression earnest. No no, it's fine, he knows Clark isn't trying to start anything. I'm just surprised, is all, and—

He waits. Polite. Stays rooted to the spot and doesn't even seem like he wants to bolt, though he must.

"Sure."

Oh god, what's it going to be.