Rylee watched Charlie and how she received the other man before slipping into the apartment, knowing it well enough after having spent a night and a day there when she had lost her hearing, and quietly going to the couch to sit at the edge. He patted his legs, inviting Jack to come over, and busied himself with petting the furry dog. He looked around the apartment, it was a little more lived in now than it was on that first strange night he had visited, and he certainly didn't remember how it had looked when he was there while he was drunk. In fact, he didn't remember a lot of that night, only what Charlie had told him.
He kept his eyes turned away from the man and Charlie, focusing on Jack and feeling like he wasn't welcome. They were busy discussing whatever present the man had brought Charlie and Rylee felt very put out. All he had to offer was a trip to the movies.
He wondered, if Charlie would accept the invite, what they'd see. Sitting in the dark together and watching a film, watching laughter in Charlie's eyes, just her in general. And then it was the picture he created in his mind of Charlie in the dark that made a drunken memory resurface. His botched kiss. So that was when he had thrown up. He had tried to kiss her, he had come so close, then he threw up on her. He would never drink again.
Rylee felt his cheeks grow hot and he stared at Charlie with a look of panic mixed with horror. His hand was frozen on Jack's head and the dog was pressing his cold nose against Rylee's arm. Feeling his stomach drop Rylee managed to speak. "Lee, do you want me to go?" She probably wasn't very thrilled with the fact that he had nearly kissed her and this was only making this awkward situation with this man offering Charlie presents so much worse.