[Sadrain]

December 4th, Chicago. Base.

Ryan had noticed Amante, he had felt someone intensively watching and had discreetly looked at the window. The man seemed familiar, but Ryan couldn't recognize him. Maybe someone from the court... That would explain the way he stared with displeasure...

However, when he came in, Ryan recognized the man. "Ah, you're the one from the cell..." he said and then frowned. He was so hostile, it nearly formed a physical substance in air, thickening between them. He knew that he had called the doctor for him, albeit late, and when Ryan had asked around, they had said "Amante" sat at Alice's bed a lot. This had to be "Amante", the jealous one.

"Thanks for the doc," Ryan said dryly, expression growing cold. What was his relationships with Alice? She seemed to react him very little. Not that he could say she reacted to him awfully lot, too... But still more! Determined to ignore Amante, he looked at Alice and smiled at her, wondering if she had ever said something to him, even telepathically. Maybe they were conversing right now? The thought of that stung.

Ryan wanted to reply for her, but since maybe they were talking, he didn't want to seem as a fool... Amante had seen him at his worst, and he hadn't given much about it. To appear even more foolish and lame in front of him, would hurt his pride far too much. Ryan stared at the book, trying to will Amante away, his jaw tense.