Alicia is half asleep after another week's worth of traveling with WWE, sacked out on her couch, when Ricardo peeks in. "Hey," she says groggily, half lifting a hand up to wave at him.
"Hola," he responds sheepishly. "Erm, just wanted to let you know... I'm going to Alberto's now to get my things. There isn't much, I'll try to keep it all in the guest room..."
Before he can duck out of the room, she sits up straight, abruptly wide awake. "Hang on, I'm coming with!" It's clear by the look on his face that he's not expecting this, but she's true to her word. Splashes some water on her face and is in the car within five minutes, looking like she's raring for a fight. In any other circumstances, he might dissuade her, but he's still feeling pretty vulnerable and it's nice to have a friend on his side, so he simply drives through the many familiar streets towards Alberto's mansion.
The security code is the same, the lock is the same, everything is the same. His breaths are loud and rough in her ear and she reaches over and squeezes his hand as they walk side by side into the foyer. Sofia hears him, comes running, and simply hugs him tight, tears in her eyes. Alicia backs away to give them this moment and almost runs right into Paige. The two women stare at each other before Paige's gaze flickers to Ricardo. When she tries to approach him, however, Alicia stops her with an arm held rough in front of her.
"Best move that before I move it for you, Foxy," Paige warns her, moving to do just that when Alicia pushes her back.
"I'd like to see you try," she snaps back. "He's not here for you. He's here to get his things, and then he's coming back to my place. You don't deserve an opportunity to talk him out of it."
"The hell I don't," Paige snaps, finally succeeding at breaking free and walking hurriedly over to him. "Ricardo, love," she starts but he pulls away from Sofia and turns his hurt and anger onto her, the pure wave of it leaving her faltering. "Ricardo..."
"Alicia's not wrong. I am not here to talk to you, or Del Rio. I just want my things, and I want to leave. Don't interfere." Paige looks even more pale than usual at this, unable to do anything but watch as Alicia trails after him down the hall, the two of them working together to pack his things up and cart them out to the car.
Alberto appears at some point but, unlike the other two, doesn't bother to approach Ricardo, simply watching with a blank look on his tanned face. It takes a very long, strained, thirty minutes before all of the boxes are fitted into Ricardo's car, the former ring announcer breathing a little easier once it's done. "Let's go in for one last look through," he suggests to Alicia, who nods and follows him in.
He stands quietly in the middle of his bedroom and turns in a slow circle before turning to her and nodding. On his way out, he stops by Paige and grips her hand, staring impassively at her finger. "I see it didn't take you long to take our ring off. Nice tattoo, by the way," he says coolly before letting go and stepping towards Alicia. Turning one last time, his gaze shifts from Alberto to Paige. He's careful not to look Sofia's way because what he's about to say, the actions he's about to take, are not aimed at her, and never would be. "We're done here. I never want to see either of you again."
Paige is frozen in place and, by the time she moves again, he's already in the car, Alicia by his side, driving off with all of his things. "No," she wails, sinking to her knees by the door. "No, no..."