Looking down at the table, Alec runs his thumb over a crack absentmindedly. He wasn't used to feeling the way he did right now. It made him feel weak, while not caring at the same time. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Ryan had been a nice distraction, giving him something other than silence to pass the time. He still didn't quite understand her but... there was something about her that intrigued him. She had a danger about her that he didn't like... a danger that warned him that her words could sting. But maybe that's what was part of the appeal.
Standing up, Alec stretches, watching Ryan prepare to leave, studying her movements. Would she really be back? How many times did they have left before he'd be behind bars? He wondered. He didn't like the strange feelings he had... he didn't like not feeling in control, whether it was over his own future or just being here with Ryan. He'd lost something the moment he'd bent to her control. Yet at the same time... he felt almost like he'd gained something too.
Wandering to the door behind Ryan, Alec rests one hand on the open door, the other in his pocket. Looking down into her eyes, he hears the offer for food and contemplates his response. It wasn't just the food... he knew that now. He didn't have to steal a card for Ryan to come back, and in reality... it didn't matter to him what kind of food she brought.
Studying her eyes, a glint appears in his own. "Whatever you can bring," he responds. "After today, I trust your tastes."
As he sees her moving to leave, instincts cause him to reach out and grab her arm, pulling her back sharply and up against the wall. It wasn't anger that drove his motions though. It was a different kind of roughness. "In case I'm behind bars by the next time you come," he hisses.
Not giving her time to react, he leans forward, pressing his lips to hers in a brief but passionate kiss. Drawing back only inches, though he still had one arm in his grasp, he fully expected to be slapped. "Fun was your idea," he reminds coyly.
"Mmm." Ty nods as he starts in on his own ice cream. "You bet." He glances across the table and points his spoon at the teddy bear. "Don't give me that look. I'm not sharing."
Grinning, he takes another bite. "So... the day is only half over. It's your turn to decide what we do next."
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