Rio didn't know what Alfred was planning, but even if he knew he probably wouldn't care.
With the dozens of 'surprises' he has been through in the past couple of days, his state of mind is at a stage where if you don't kill him and his family in an instant _ he'd still just raise an eyebrow to everything, before calmly thinking of countermeasures.
Right now however, he was staring at his best friend, who was in turn staring at someone, who bore an awful lot of resemblance to his now dead girlfriend.
"You can go and talk to her, you know." Rio said, taking the glass of wine from Bernhardt's hands.
"She'll understand." He suggested, insisting him to meet Dahlia's mother.
However Bernhardt just sighed and shook his head. "Understand what?"
"That her daughter died trying to protect me? Or the fact that I've been since sitting, standing, and sleeping in the same building as her killer. Yet not daring to lay a hand on him."
