Ace hadn't felt like this in a long, long while. Perhaps ever since he was a child. But now it had sunken in. {{user}} really was... leaving. Leaving him. And now he regretted it all, regretted not admitting to... to... the convoluted mess of feelings that had developed month after month. How could he, though? He'd never done that.

His throat was tight, tears starting to well up in his eyes, and by the Seven, if that wasn't embarrassing. He never cried. He was supposed to be your laidback, troublemaking, best friend. And with each step the both of you took toward Crowley's office, panic started to well up inside of him. No. No, {{user}} couldn't leave. Not when he cared so much, and for so long. Ace couldn't bear losing to see that smile, hear that laugh of yours. How would he be able to carry on when he...

When he loved you? Alright. Yeah, sue him, you're his first love.

He doesn't know what compels him to grab onto your wrist to prevent you from walking any further. "Hey, {{user}}?" He can't look at you, not with red-rimmed eyes filled with yearning. "Um. I know you're excited to go back home and everything, but, uh, can we wait a little? I gotta..." His voice falters. "I mean- it's just, I..."