Ricardo hums absently as he settles against Alicia's side, pressing a few buttons on the remote and getting a new match to start playing. One of his favorites to watch back from his original run as Chimaera, the film is old and lit terribly, but it's still fun to relive those moments. She watches as well, toying with his fingers as the younger version of him dived and spun, kicking and hitting his opponents. Sometimes he won, sometimes he didn't, but either way, he can remember back when wrestling was more pure, enjoyable for him. Back before injuries and the politics of the business wore him down.

"Man," he mumbles. "It'd be really convenient to have access to Alberto's practice ring about now. At least I could get some training in, stop feeling this itch under my skin. It's so annoying."

She giggles a little and runs her fingers through his hair. "I wish I could think of a way to help you with that." Outside of them wrestling on the bed or in the grass, where possible moves would be limited and even then still risky, there's really no easy way for them to do anything and he refuses anything that could possibly harm her- especially after the injuries she's racked up the last few years, and everything else she's endured. He'd never risk any of that when it comes to her, so he simply huffs and presses a kiss to her shoulder as she giggles and plays with his hair some more. "You should let me cut your hair," she whispers to him, drawing his eyes away from the TV.

"We're not quite at that stage of quarantine yet," he teases her back. "When we are, I'll let you know."

"Oohh!" she says, clapping her hands and laughing when he makes a face at her, trailing his hands up and down her arms. "I'll let you cut my hair too, if you want."

"Maybe," he says, resting his head back on her shoulder and turning his attention back to the TV, cringing as Erik Watts lunges and gets a solid strike on him, twisting him inside out from the force of it.

"Damn," Alicia breathes out. "You guys had some brutal matches, huh? If I didn't know better, I'd think you legit wanted to kill each other."

He chuckles. "Yeah, pretty much." They watch for awhile longer before Alicia pulls herself up and heads to the kitchen to prepare lunch. He watches her go, reluctantly flicking the TV off a few moments later and going to help. As she slices tomatoes and drops shredded cheese over the sandwiches she'd made, he pours iced tea for them and she smiles happily at him, leaning in to kiss him as he brushes past her.

They eat standing at the island, listening to the dogs wander around, sniffing at them, whining at the door, the usual. "Wanna go out?" she asks, swallowing the last bite of bread and roast beef.

"Sure," he sighs. "Some fresh air probably couldn't hurt." They snap the leashes on the dogs and make their way slowly out, looking around at the quiet surroundings. It's just them and a couple other people with pets, keeping their distance as they wander the neighborhood. "This is the most peaceful I've ever seen LA before," he mumbles. "Is it weird I kind of hate it?"

"I don't think so," she says after a moment of thought. "This was a lot of change all at once, I think it's normal to kind of feel that way about it."

He hums and waits as the dogs sniff at a tree, then a bush, and finally back to the tree. "Come on, guys," he says, rolling his eyes as the dogs pant and move on. He and Alicia circle the block a couple of times before returning home, letting the dogs off of their leashes and heading back inside. "Well, I took up the morning with wrestling, what do you want to do?" he wonders, almost dreading even having asked when she looks at him with a glint in her eye, beaming about something.

When she takes his hand and drags him to the table, he worries even more... until she comes out with the scarcely used Monopoly box, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. "Let's play!" she crows, already pulling things out of the box and setting it up.

He laughs at her enthusiasm and shrugs, deciding why not. "Sure, let's."