Being on Whitebeard’s crew was the best choice you had made in the last year. Pops and everyone else treated you like family. During this time, Ace seemed to draw to you like a moth to a flame, it was quite sweet in retrospect how much he cared for you, but now, as he knocks at your window, his face smushed slightly against the glass, you started to wonder what it would be like to have privacy again. “Lemme in!” Ace’s voice is muffled against the glass.