[Sadrain]

December 4th, Chicago. Base.

It didn't work unfortunately and Amante asked another question. So, they were not having a mental conversation or he would have asked in his mind. After a moment more, Ryan rose his eyes from the book and stared intensively at the other man. His eyes were now truly icy, not only in color.

"Alice has recovered quite well, thank you. And she is getting better every day." "But not thanks to you, jerk." Ryan didn't even bother with answering about him self, because it was obvious the question was directed only at the girl. Later, he would wonder why did he get so angry and defensive, but right now, Ryan just wanted him out of here, and far, faaar away, so he could never interrupt their moments like this.