Ricardo taps his fingers against the glass of his phone, lifting his eyes to search Alicia's face. "Goldust, huh?" he teases her lightly, wrapping an arm around her and tugging her close.

She giggles and presses against him before whipping her hair back and grabbing his phone, scrolling here and there on social media to gauge interest in the videos they'd posted. "Yep! We've already picked our charity and everything!" He listens to her talk about it, his hands warm on her back and shoulders as she wiggles in excitement, already counting the minutes until MMC's debut next Tuesday.

"I'm happy you're happy," he says, leaning in to kiss her shoulder. She hums and rolls over to beam up at him, their eyes meeting as his hands trace circles against her stomach when her shirt rides up.

She makes a content noise deep in her throat before wrapping her arms around him and drawing him down, kissing him sweetly. He hums and brushes his fingers down her throat before his phone beeps. He groans and pulls away, squinting at it for a moment before turning his attention back to her.

She reluctantly breaks their kiss and glances over at the phone, frowning at him. "Maybe you should check that?"

He sighs. "I don't want to," he mumbles, grabbing for it anyway. He makes a face when he sees the name on the screen, accesses the text message... and then paling entirely, his grip on the phone slipping. "Ah shit."

Alicia grabs for the phone and reads over the headline before closing her eyes in pained realization. "Oh, no." They exchange glances and she stands up. "I'll call her," she says softly, reaching over him for her own, abandoned cell phone.

Ricardo stares blankly at his phone for a few moments before dialing Alberto's number. His friend sounds breathless, probably in the middle of a work out, and he quietly responds to Alberto's questions by sending him the link without waiting.

Alberto curses darkly, his Spanish fluid and rushed as he speaks to his trainer in the background. "Mi hermano?"

"I'm still here," Ricardo says once some of the noise has died down in the background. "Alberto..."

"This is awful," he says simply, and Ricardo listens to the sound of a door clicking shut and a chair squeaking as Alberto finds a quiet place to sit down and talk to him.

"Si." He feels like he should be doing something other than sitting here and talking to Alberto while he prepares for TNA events this evening, but he's not sure what. "Alicia is talking to her."

"That's, that's good," Alberto says quietly. "She knows Paige better than both of us, I think. Perhaps... hopefully she can help her somehow."

"I hope so," Ricardo mumbles, still numb from shock of how sudden it'd all happened. He knew things weren't going so well after the bad hit she'd taken a few weeks back, but he'd never imagined this.

They sit in silence for awhile, neither quite sure what to say to the other. "Mi hermano," Alberto finally speaks up tentatively. "If you have some free time, you're welcome to come to the events this weekend. I'd like to see you. And... you could bring Alicia if you want..."

Ricardo smiles weakly. His eyes shift over to the closed door as he wonders, not for the first time, what Alicia and Paige are talking about, if things are going ok. "Maybe," he agrees softly. "Gracias for the invitation, Alberto. I'll consider it."

They fall back into silence, neither sure what to say, but relieved that the other is there, even if just to not feel so alone as they ponder the fragility- the unfairness- of the business they find themselves in.