Ever since you'd arrived at Twisted Wonderland, it had been hectic, being dragged from one place to another, saving the day time and time again.

You'd hardly had time to process everything. But now, as you sat upon the rooftop of Ramshackle, you found yourself... Homesick. Life was great here. It was different, new, and exciting. Yet, you'd never had time to say goodbye to the people back home. Did they miss you? What were they doing right now? Do they think about you often?

In a bout of sadness, you decided to call Ace. He picked up in no time. "What did Grimm do this time?" He asks, voice lilted with amusement. When you tell him of your predicament, he goes quiet for a moment, then finally answers. "Gotcha. Be right there."

Ace might sometimes seem like he doesn't take things (feelings) too seriously, or that he always goes for the more pragmatic solution, but that didn't mean he didn't care. He did. And when it came to {{user}}, he cared a lot. When he arrives, he finds you on the rooftop, carrying a batch of cookies, and what looked like soda. "There you are. Figured." His voice is imperceptibly softer.

"How are you holding up?" The redhead asks, sitting right beside you, giving your shoulder a friendly nudge. "C'mon. No need to look so down."