[Ishu]

December 9th, Chicago. Base.

Alice was fast asleep, breathing quietly as she slept. Her back was angled so part of it shunned the doorway and the rest of her front side stared at the wall Ryan was facing when he came in. The door opening did not bother her or cause her to stir.

However, on the outside of the room, up the hallway, Amante stood with a tray of food, grumbling to himself. He could smell the mixture of two scents, one being Ryans and one being from one of those... girls. Why was he unhappy with this? This is what he wanted, that jerk off to get away from his... his... Alice. But it didn't feel right. He felt cheated, for Alice, he felt cheated.

Shuddering off the sensation, he started down the hallway toward Alice's room with her breakfast.