It's been months since that look had been on Ricardo's face, a concerned sort of focus. But here they are, driving along Tampa streets, giving Sofia space so she can clean in peace, Ricardo's eyes locked on his phone. Alberto keeps glancing over at him, frowning faintly. Finally he grows exasperated and narrows his eyes at Ricardo. "What's going on? Is something wrong?"

Ricardo jumps and turns to look at him, wide eyed and more than a little fearful. "N-no, El Patron, nothing's wrong. I just..." He clears his throat. "RVD tweeted me," he admits. He hadn't heard from the other man- as far as Alberto knows- since being ditched by him last fall.

As expected, the Mexican aristocrat tenses up. "I see." He wants to ask so badly, figure out what the highflyer wants now, but he's also not sure whether it's his place to ask. He gnaws at his bottom lip, turning his attention back to the road as he drives towards the highway, wanting to drive faster than he can in the city limits. Only a few minutes have passed when Alberto can't take the silence anymore and pulls over on the side of the highway.

Ricardo looks up from his phone, confused. "El Patron, what-" He stops short when he sees the look on Alberto's face. "What's wrong, El Patron?" He puts the phone down and turns towards him, eyes shining with anxiety. "Did I do something?" He reaches out for Alberto just to freeze in midair when Alberto jerks away from him, the displeasure on his face deepening.

RVD had been something of a sensitive topic between them. Not that he blames Ricardo for doing what he felt he needed to to stay on TV, but still. As the weeks had gone by and RVD and Ricardo became better friends, Alberto had fought off feelings of jealousy. Especially when Ricardo began teaching RVD Spanish. For that brief period of time, it hadn't mattered that it was always his hotel room that Ricardo returned to every night. Although it had caused Ricardo pain physical and emotional, also hindering his career even more, it had mostly been a relief to Alberto when RVD left for his own emotional well-being. All of these thoughts racing around in Alberto's mind, his voice is tense and dark with loathing when he asks. "What does he want?"

Ricardo's brows furrow before he peeks back at his dark phone. "Someone tweeted me asking where Rob was at... and he replied asking where I was at..."

Alberto takes a breath, steeling himself for going through all of that again. Having his best friend, his love, claim to be determined to take his title from him... an act, sure, but the issues with Rob himself far from fake. They had never really discussed it, the entire situation still a sore subject for both of them, for different reasons. He reaches over and grips Ricardo's hand, running his tongue over his teeth thoughtfully. "What did you say, then?"

"I suggested we do something for Wrestlemania." Ricardo turns his hand so that they're resting palm to palm, staring into Alberto's eyes. "He hasn't said anything but either way, I doubt you have anything to worry about, El Patron. It won't be like last time."

"You can't promise that," Alberto murmurs, brushing his thumb over Ricardo's knuckles. "It could easily- he might decide to use you against me again-"

Ricardo shakes his head. "I suspect Rob will have other focuses this time around." Reaching up with his free hand, he tugs Alberto closer to him and hugs him. "Even if he did try to get revenge against you, it won't be like before. Things won't be so... fresh, won't be so raw between us. Si?"

Alberto takes a breath, nodding. "Right. Si. Of course." He smiles wanly at Ricardo. "Lo siento, mi valiente, it's just... not very good memories."

"I understand," he whispers. "Do you want to continue driving?" Alberto nods, slowly straightening himself in his seat as Ricardo does the same, adjusting his seatbelt. He smiles upon watching as Ricardo purposely drops his phone in the glove compartment, shutting it forcefully.

"Gracias," Alberto breathes out, the silence now content, simple, instead of the tense, awkward thing it had been earlier. Ricardo smiles at him and he winks back at the former ring announcer before merging back into the highway traffic, relieved to leave these old doubts and jealousies behind.