The tension between the two males became palpable as Ryan lashed out and Amante leered over at him to match his icy glare. Alice could feel it, the jealous hatred each of them felt for each other. She was not completely sure why they both felt this way and resorted to laying a hand over Ryan's. He couldn't get this worked up because he'd just had his surgery and was getting better. She looked over to Amante, to the door and then to him again. The pain of rejection washed over him and he started to step back toward the door. "I'll... come by later." Swallowing, he hurried out of the room and shut the door. She could feel him waiting outside of it for a few moments and then watched him walk past the window. Alice turned her attention to Ryan, frowning but still looking concerned, and she gave his hand a little squeeze as if to comfort him.