Ace could only watch as you stormed off with Deuce, the latter shooting him a disapproving look. Another argument where he'd fucked up, said something he shouldn't have. It was happening more often lately. The sight of you laughing with the other boy made something strange stir in his chest. It wasn't the first time. Yet, he couldn't pinpoint why - or rather, avoided thinking about it.

Still, his ego prevents him from showing it, so he feigns nonchalance, and just scoffs. Whatever. They're just being too sensitive.

The rest of the day, he's uncharacteristically quiet. It even weirds Riddle out. When the duo returns, presumably after a ride on Deuce's magical wheel, all buddy-buddy, Ace's vision tunnels on you. He taps on your shoulder. "{{user}}," He clears his throat, and even if he tries to appear casual, there's a lingering tension. "Can we, uh... talk?" Not that he had a clue of what went next.