Alex: mother fucker! You can have her Reese, you can have my sloppy seconds.

Alex looks around before walking away whilst calling someone on his phone.

Ryan walked into the doctor's office with a hat and sunglasses on. He didn't pay much attention to his surroundings as he was focused too focused on his phone as he wrote an e-mail. He slipped the phone into his pocket as he softly tapped with his knuckles against the nontransparent window of the reception. She lets him know that he should be called in a few minutes as the therapist is currently in with someone. Ryan takes a seat as he removes his sunglasses. He still doesn't realize that a familiar face is also in the room, only noticing that the waiting room is rather vacant. He digs into his pocket and takes out his phone again, thinking it's a good way to pass the time until he's called in.

As Ryan hears his name called out, he rubs a hand over his lips as he mouths, "Fuck me..." Although that wasn't the kind of question he would have thought to heard from a fan, that's who he was thinking that had noticed him. He turns into the direction of whoever the person is and is taken aback to notice Gia sitting not too far away from him. He honestly would have taken a fan over this any day of the week. "Gi-Gia. Hmm... what, what are you doing here?" He knew he had just asked her the same exact question she did but he was at a loss for words.

Ryan thought of a million different ways he could answer her, none of them were ideal. In just a matter of minutes, he was dug into a hole he would by all means try to get out of. "Funny how we have coffee with Nadia yesterday, then you see me here today." he let out a nervous chuckle, still not able to find a way to answer her question. He removed his hat and placed it on his knee, looking down at it as he spoke, "Disguise? No, no, you obviously don't know me well enough. This is my 70s folk look. I'm trying to fit the part for my next album." He said mustering up a sly smirk as he looked over at Gia again. At least he was able to answer one question truthfully to her.

Ryan chuckled at her initial comment. "Jesus, huh? Nadia says I look a bit like Johnny Depp." He sighed softly as he knew she wasn't going to give up until she got it out of him. "Why must women constantly poke a man with a stick until they get what they want?" He shook his head, obviously noticing that his girlfriend has let it slip during their conversation that he told her he had to head over to LA last week for a meeting with his label. "Gia, I didn't lie to anybody. I have to come to LA because I have other endeavors. I'm producing like three records, I have a film coming out in a few months, I'm organizing a music festival. Sorry if that's the first thing that came to my mind when I told Nads about the trip last week." Ryan looked over at Gia who was now closer to him and shook his head. "I'm not a drug addict. I've never done a hard drug in my life unless you count weed as a hard drug, but even that I don't do anymore. Just to answer the next possible thing you might think I'm here for, no, I'm not a sex addict either." He crossed his arms over his chest as he desperately wanted her questions to stop.

Ryan leaned back on the chair tugging his a la-Bob Dylan hat back on. "I know that all too well. I've been around women my entire life." He was quickly become stressed with Gia's constant questioning of him. This could have possibly not come at a worse time, coming the day after his girlfriend and her had suddenly become good friends. "Gia, please listen to me. I'm not lying to Nadia. I am coming here for business purposes without her. I'm not having an affair. I'm not doing anything I regret behind her back. There are just somethings in my life that I like to keep to myself. This is one of them." He rubbed his forehead as he looked down again. "I'm guessing you're here because of the whole thing with Scott? Dr. Hudson is a great therapist, she'll help you out." He knew that was a desperate attempt at trying to drive away the attention from him.

Ryan nodded his head. "That makes sense." It made sense for her to be in therapy considering her relationship and all, but the reason for him going to therapy on-and-off for the last few years was much bigger than just a relationship or more so his current relationship with Nadia. It was an aspect to it but it wasn't everything. Ryan leaned in closer to Gia too to reassure her. "Of course not. Don't ever say that again, Gia. I love Nadia more than I've ever loved any woman before. I know how amazing of a woman she is, and I'm not a fucking idiot to ruin that with an affair, with a good time behind her back." He moved back slowly bringing his head back down.

Ryan rubbed his eyes and shook his head, looking over at her. "No, Gia! I'm not having an affair!" he exclaimed loudly before comforting his position on the chair as he sighed aloud. "Don't fucking compare me to the shit your husband does behind your back. You can call me a lot of things but I'm not a cheater. I hate cheaters." He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket but decided to ignore it without even looking to see who was calling.

Ryan chuckled sarcastically at her bringing up Ellie into the conversation. "I had nothing to do with Ellie. Everyone made that assumption and I'm pretty sure if I had fucked her, Nadia would have left me in a heartbeat because she feels the same way I do about cheaters." He leaned back on the chair, resting his head on his hand. "I'm sorry... But you have to believe me when I tell you that I'm not having an affair behind Nadia's back. Honest to god, I love her. We're living together now. We're going to Hawaii and Cabo in the next two months. I'm here for something more than just my relationship with Nadia. He spoke in a considerably lower voice this time around.

Ryan crossed his arms over his chest, leaning closer to her. "Gia, there are just some stuff in my life that I shut away from the rest of the world and I need therapy so I don't lose my freaking mind. It's not like I started coming to therapy because of Nadia because I've been coming to therapy on-and-off for years now." He paused for a moment, trying to get his thoughts together. "Anxiety is something that I've struggled for a long time with. I'm not gonna sit here and tell you that we don't talk about my girlfriend in there, because we do."