The stem of the garlic pressed painfully hard against her palm, though she paid it no mind. She hadn't noticed his hand beneath Sloane's cheek, not until he had moved to withdraw it completely. There was nothing platonic about his touch. She and Edison were arguably as close as Cameron and Sloane, and he would never touch her like so. Merlin's beard, the most gentle graze of their hands had made things awkward for weeks. No. This was why Sisse was angry. This was why Sloane couldn't speak of it. This was why everyone was walking on eggshells for over a month.

She didn't know how far it went, didn't need to really, but she knew enough to know the pink of his cheeks (caught only by a brief glance towards his face before moving back to Sloane's sleeping form) was from the embarrassment of being caught. "I can see that," she replied in her same, continued tone. An explosion of emotions would likely happen soon, but she could hardly lose her restraint in the middle the hospital wing. Then, she would have to explain why, and no matter how furious she was Alice would never be the cause of her friends' expulsion.

She finally tore her eyes from Sloane and locked it on Cameron. Her usual warm brown gaze was full of questions and anger alike. Had he known of her crush and preyed upon it to better himself? Alice didn't believe so, but how could she be certain? "This is why Sisse is angry, I take it?" She asked despite already knowing the answer. Really, she should leave them here, she should go find a quiet closet somewhere and scream until her throat was hoarse. Anything other than remain standing frozen like the bloody fool she was.