It’s 2:39 AM in the night. The moon is still up high in the sky, and the stars still dot the darkness with little lights.

But Ace awakens when he hears what sounds like crying.

He opens his eyes and turns to your side of the bed to see you curled up into yourself. You’re shaking and crying softly. A nightmare.

“Hey, hey,” Ace hushes sleepily, caressing your teary cheek with a gentle finger. When you don’t wake, he pulls you to his chest, kissing your forehead. “It’s okay. I’m here.”