Ryan blinked down at the open hand and, misunderstanding, handed Alisa a fresh cup of water. "Good," he said. "Though I wouldn't be so quick to proclaim things until you're actually out in the real world," he added. "Let your actions speak louder than your words." At least, that's what his mother had always told him while he'd sit and watch her work on her art. Granted, as an actor he kind of needed to let his words speak loudly as well, but he felt that in this case, that was kind of off the mark. "You gotta stop looking at what others have and comparing it to what you have. Your life is your own. You can't make it by looking at the things other people have, you make it by getting what's best for you."

He reached out and poured himself a glass of water and took a sip. It was room temperature. Bleh.

"Honestly, I didn't even know what happened until Mary texted me to tell me what was up," he gently corrected her. "These guys are heroes, though. Mary, Spidey, and the others pulled in with you. It's not as though they were innocent civilian kids who had nothing to do with the cape and cowl crowd. If anyone could handle this, it's them," Ryan said with no small amount of certainty.

He froze, though, at that last part. The briefest flicker of sparkling purple cosmic energy sprung to life around Ryan before quickly dying. "I appreciate that, Alisa," he said carefully. "But you do need to move on. From me, and from Alistaire. It's a toxic cycle you're stuck in. If you're ever going to get out, you need to move on. From all of this."