every word has consequences.
âWouldnât want some false information to spread and someone end up being hurt by it.â
And after saying that, Camilla had the nerve to kiss his cheek. A mixture of the unwanted contact and her words sent a shiver down Ryanâs spine, and for the briefest of moments, a disgusted crossed his face. âIs that a threat, Camilla, or a cry for help?â He asked flatly, softly, trying not to draw any more attention to them.
Then Magnolia Wrenly came, presumably, to his rescue, and Ryan immediately wished she hadnât. He did, however, step back as the two women started arguing, trying to stay as far out of it as he could. Nola was kind, but Ryan only got the feeling that things werenât going to end well from there. He glanced at Noah, almost as if to ask if they should be getting out of there when two things happened in quick succession: Nola splashed her drink on Cam, and Ryan pulled up the camera function on his PCU, which he got to start filming right as Camilla slapped Magnolia.
Ryan hadnât really noticed Samar before he came barreling in towards Camilla, but he did know this wasnât good for his image.
Miles Caal got involved. Ryan didnât know him, but he knew enough about him to know that this was an interesting development. Ryan had stayed up to date with all the news that had come out about people whoâd worked for the government during the revolution, and Miles had insisted the entire time that he didnât have a choice in what he did (though much of what heâd done didnât hit the news, just the results), and he seemed genuinely repentant. Ryan wasnât sure if Miles looked like the kind of man who was sorry to have done the wrong thing, or the kind of man who was only sorry because he wound up on the wrong side.
At any rate, he didnât really seem to help in the current situation, but it defused itself, nonetheless.
Nola and Samar left, probably for the better, then Noah was looking over Camilla, and Miles had (halfheartedly) turned to check back in with Cam. Ryan wasnât about to interject on Camillaâs possibly-necessary medical care, but he did offer a sideways glance at Miles, interested in seeing how the man whoâd so quickly run to her aid would react.
âYou should probably go, Cam.â Ryan didnât think Miles looked all there, âHatch ân the doctorsâll take good care of you.â
Miles seemed to notice that Ryan was staring at him, then, and turned to look at him. âCam do that?â He asked, referring to the wine staining Ryanâs shirt. Ryan nodded. âHm.â Miles nodded, himself, and without ceremony looked at Hatch, said, âYou know how to reach me if anyone needs me.â And then turned to leave.
Weird guy.
Ryan scratched his head, âDo you have any stuff you need someone to get for you, Camilla? A coat or something?â He wasnât particularly fond of the idea of helping her, but he wasnât heartless either, and he didnât want to leave the woman high and dry while she was drunk and hurting.