Ric sagged a bit when Damon wrapped his arms around him, turned between Damon and the counter and rested his forehead against Damon's temple. He kept his eyes closed, though. "Not your fault." His voice came out more strained than he liked, and he cleared his throat. "I started it."

By being jealous and insecure, or maybe just possessive and uncertain. Either way - he had started the whole thing. "But thank you."

The thanks was for the actual apology. He knew that wasn't easy for Damon.