Out of the ordinary

JT gives Bree a slight nod. "Soon... soon we'll go out for a walk." He didn't want to go just yet - not before he knew who had arrived.

Scott returns Rosetta's hug warmly. "It's good to see you too." While maybe he wasn't going to be a part of this family like once thought... he was still treated as such, and knew that he had a place here, regardless.

Smiling at the reunion of the two women, he follows to the kitchen, taking a seat with Hope at the little table. Chuckling, he shakes his head at Rosetta. "I called and talked to Jeff... he must not have passed the message along that I needed to come and pick up that equipment I set up for Mick a while back."

He looks up to meet Rosetta's eyes. "But... what I didn't tell him over the phone that we haven't come just to see you... we have a couple very special friends who... might have arrived?" His stare is one that conveys much more than he is saying. "At least we're hoping they have."

"Out of the ordinary..." Alec repeats the end of Ryan's statement, still staring her in the eye. "Out of the ordinary she was born, a myth some like to say. Her eyes like fire, a heart ablaze, A treasure not to scorn."

Leaning back, he puts his hands behind his head, still looking up at her. His gaze was one that spoke of pain under the ice. He was lonely, but too proud to ever admit it. Even for him, as hard as the outer shell was, eventually, time spent here and time alone would seep through the smallest cracks, creating a longing for interaction and a longing to be free. He doesn't smile, though something pulls at one corner of his mouth.

"She rode a steed of mighty heart, Her soul spread on the wind. Battles raged across the land, But she would not depart. Her bravery was that of sacred trust, All eyes to her did stare. And when it came for time to die, The forests silenced, hushed. For it was her, the legends say, That conquered pride of man. Twas she who took the thorn of love, The price all men would pay. For she... not one, but all embraced, Symbolized her kind. The kind which men are cursed to seek, but never find her face."

Alec's eyes roam Ryan's face. He wasn't even drunk and he was running off at the mouth, reciting a poem he hadn't read in years. Maybe it really was a curse... to seek other people, let alone a woman. For in the search, all it did was produce loneliness and bitterness to keep him company, stuck in this prison.

He shakes his head and once more throws the tennis ball. "Out of the ordinary isn't always smart," he concludes dryly.